We are all seaking the light.
Like the water of a fountain is reaching high,
towards the sun,
we are reaching out,
eager to touch the beams,
to feel the warmth on our skin.
But our hands, no matter how often the light shines upon them,
are black.
Painted by sin and death, even the purest light
cannot bleach them.
But we are not alone.
We have each other.
So we can live in the darkness
without getting consumed by it.
And maybe, one day, when destiny wishes it to be so,
we will see the light,
purer than sunlight,
and it will show us the way.
The way to freedom.
The way to eternal peace.