Sitting in silence...he feels the room is screaming. No understanding of why it can be so calm around him, yet the echos inside his mind are rivals for attention. The thoughts he's had, the hurt he's felt, the love he's tried to give...all bouncing around pushing each other further and further into the noise he hears. These echos of noise, these echos of joys, pains, regrets, fears. In silence, is how he lives to ward off the chaos he feels. Patience is what grips him. He has become it's slave; patience always his master. Following patience around like a dog to master, not understanding how it could truly bring a return to him. Waiting, hoping and yearning for answers he sits. Sits in silence. Surrounded by noise he hears inside. Questions run rampid through him; wondering why? Wondering when? Wondering how this all has become.Then that moment comes where it enters. It is if a royal trumpet sounds, a gasp can be heard throughout the room, everyone is taken back, purple velvet is flowing, the crowd stands upon their feet then bows low to the ground, eyes averted in reverence...and then....and then!
Grace enters. Grace upon his life. Grace upon the choices he's made. Grace upon the questions and fears inside of his head. Grace for the hurt and pain he has felt. Grace for every mistake he has made. Grace for understanding. Grace for the patience he needs to survive.
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