First small, like a seed. Then a poof - like breath on a dandelion and the currents of the air separated my contained image of God and scattered secure definitions of the Divine into billions of points of light. Galaxies became too small to hold the vastness of the Creator. My own cells, insufficient to embrace the tender intimacy calling to my soul.
On this day all was ashes. In a gasp of blinding light, dreams crumbled and breath turned to dust. Like so many flashes of fire before… desperation dissolved as death; righteousness burned to ruin; certainty collapsed into casualties. Today Remembering the world’s witness: zeal disintegrating into Ground Zero.