“Are you afraid to reach out to the guilty, to the lost,
to the sick, to the dirty? Are you afraid of your own
reflection as you pass these people in the streets?”
Search the backstreets of your soul. Walk through the shadows
of your lost dreams, and experience the darkness of so many
people that suffer in silence. Search the backstreets of your
soul. Look deep inside at hidden secrets that control what used
to be you. Wipe the sweat off your back as you toss humanity’s
need into the sea. Is blindness a desire or an excuse? Not
caring is the final abuse to the human heart. Is the holiday
spirit an illusion,
or just a
brief intrusion
to the truth?
Are you afraid
you will lose
something you
never had? Are
you afraid to
reach out to the
guilty, to the
lost, to the sick,
to the dirty? Are
you afraid of
your own
reflection as
you pass these
people in the
streets? All of
the abused, the
abusers, the
castaways, the
thieves, the
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FREDERICKSBURG
beggars—all of them are someone’s
precious child. All of them were
born to someone who wanted to love
them: maybe they just didn’t know
how. Maybe they ran into the rain
and never looked back. Even now,
their heart eternally aches for the
loss of their own innocence. Secretly
in silence, they mourn the loss of the
unsuspecting soul they brought into
this cold and lonely world. Both
souls share the darkness, both are
affected for the rest of their lives.
They search for a healing word,
a gentle touch, a helping hand.
But the secret stays buried in the
darkness, held captive by the secret
itself. The emptiness carves a path
in a darkened heart that defines
the greatest lie of all: darkness is
power…it will never go away.
If they only knew there was freedom in light. After all,
darkness is only dark when you give it life. The light in true life
is constantly burning and illuminating a million hours of second
chances. Life has a light that burns eternal—it can never go out.
It lives in the light of a child’s eyes and burns like fire…
burning brighter and brighter…desperately crying out, just to be
acknowledged. If you have never experienced that light, take
a moment to reflect: you might like what you see. If you can’t
remember that light, if you can’t remember its