I have had the blessing of being born into spiritual exile from birth. There I lived and was raised by the shadows of the Creators concealment from me. I suffered the torment of an orphaned child who’s Father Above he had never known. My daily bread I ate, the molded bread of yearning and the hunger pains of doubt. I feared my emptiness would spread though eternity until the day of my resurrection.
T’was the Light who revived me and from the endless abyss, was made space for Him to dwell within me. All these nights searching for the House of My Father, and it was I His Temple.
I have known the purpose of human suffering, it is through this very suffering that a place…..no a need for Him came from. How can you yearn for the Light without going through darkness. It is when you can leave the self at the door, that all others can see themselves within you.
By: Jason-John Swartz