08-10-2019, 04:25 PM
sometimes i wonder, will god ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
then i look around and realize, god left this place a long time ago.
He comes from a long line of nomads, men with no place to call home.
(His grandfather, of course, a king once but only for as long as he could convince himself to stay).
And Bethlehem has lived so long at the edge of the river that it pains him to leave it.
He does not know what possesses him to walk, to abandon the comfort that the deafening roar of the river brought him. But walk he does. For days, it feels like. Until his legs ache and his head swims and he is plunged again into darkness. It resembles the forest at the edge of the river, he thinks, but the trees are bigger and stronger and taller. The sun, which he inherently knows is looming high overhead, is powerless in trying to filter through the thick canopy overhead.
This is as good a place as any, he thinks. So he loiters there in the half-darkness at midday. The fog curls sweetly around his ankles and he stands there, exhaling a hot breath as he surveys his surroundings. He feels no sense of trepidation as he waits. If anything were to trouble him, it would not be the fog or the half-darkness or the idea that any number of vicious things might be lurking in the shadow, it would be the impenetrable silence. It would be the way he can hear his own pulse and the long, slow pattern of his breathing.
