Reason. I have relied on you for as long as I can remember. That which was not logical, that which could not be proven did not merit, had no value.
Yet I must admit you are losing your grip. For a long while now I hear that calling, something within and without me; that something one might call instinct, hunch, vibe, gut feeling, energy, spiritual… any which name.
And that tells me this is true. This, I have found to be beautiful. A place where a child can rest. Something incredible, astonishingly different, something I would not have seen nor considered real.
I know now you were necessary, so I can stand here and trust this. To believe that good exists and innocence is not lost. You have served your purpose. You may rest a little.
Now I will be fearless of the future yet unknown. To see faith restored. To see the beauty in presence. To know deeds are not mere doing but love manifest.
Feelings. Senses. Holding.
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