believing?

Faith – something so beautiful?

You first have to lose it to realise that?

The attachement, the security, the hope, when so much seems lost. All that is irrevocably gone.

Where was the warning? Where was the hint of what would happen?

Now it’s too late – it seems.

Is it?

Holding on – but to what? To old things, lost patterns – how can you!

Security wiped away and replaced by a newer one. A barer security without any higher resonance, but with lower wisdom – new achievements.

Hope. This possibility of hope no longer exists.

But what to do without hope in the lower hour? Is the New enough?

I do not know.

Do I believe it?

Yes, I have to believe it if I can’t believe anything else.

God is not dead, I am.

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