Saturday, November 4
the world is the colour of what we imbue in our line of sight
we look at the world through rose tinted glasses
we impose our thoughts, our thematisations and conceptualisations on people
taking for granted sometimes
that things are as they occur to us
my faults are not really mine. but a result of bad luck.
she's always late for class because she doesn't give two hoots about it.
we sometimes look at the world in such a manner.
she does nothing all day but whine.
he's utterly crazy.
the world is the colour of what we imbue in our line of sight
colours merge into one and another
we don't cast the same judgment on ourselves as we do on others.
but there is a certain light for which everything can be cast,
in which all things are made beautiful
this is the light of God
His love, His glory.
The true light casts no shadows in path, other than the sins we choose to withhold
it transforms
the hands of the artisan makes things makes lovely, joyous, serene, graceful and everlasting,
there are also colours that we can trickle the world through
colours of doom, of shadows and uncertainty
light that draws large shadows in the ground,
illuminating flaws, strengthening guilt and shame.
the same situations are cast differently through the eyes of different people
a cause for celebration, a cause for mourning.
an attempt to heal, an attempt to murder.
are we too trusting of the world we live in?
or do we swath ourselves too much in layers of bandage and bubble-wrap?
what is worthy of trust? who is worthy of salvation?
we have all been invited to peer at the world through the eyes of God.
we are all chosen, because no one is worthy.
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