still waits patiently for you.
Those smiles are signs of life, sprinkles of holy water that exorcises death far away from their midst. They leap from their death mats, allowing those tears of joy flow from their eyes, for another day squeezed into their hands by you. In that moment, not some imaginary being in the skies, but you, become their God.
"Our God has visited us."
"He has not forgotten us."
Cries of victory resound as they scream aloud to their scorning enemies by the side, who once waited patiently for them to wither away like sieved wheat. And then, they will dance. Oh my, they will! Those withered legs, once offered to death, to keep the heart pumping slowly, they will dance.
Beautifully. Gracefully.
Like death never existed. You will never see anything like it. How did you come this far to become 'He who even joy and happiness obeys'. It will be as though you had become the Christ, the one of whom their scriptures speak of.
Not the scriptures. Theirs.
Somehow, finally, they can now live. Not just live, but live in the unwavering confidence that they were mistaken all along. Yes. They fitted in. They weren't worthless to the universe. They had a purpose, a teleos.
All because of you.
Because of who you are.
Because of their smiles you once again caused to exist.
@archpen
