Into the Grey


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Grasping a withered leg through the hole of the baby fish bowl, cathedrals made of sand are swept into the ocean by waves of tears.  Tried and true formulas of faith are the babblings of a madman.  God is revealed in new ways as it slowly dawns that we are strangers. Glaciers of black and white melt into pools of grey.  Graven images are smashed.  Master and servant are revealed.

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By Ben Posted in Life

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