The way the light ripples and changes as you move through space. As you move through time.
The way the Scripture changes as you hold it up to the light and turn it and just keep turning.
The fragments of reflections. The fragments of truth. The way it all suddenly makes sense when you lay down what you were taught to believe.
The letting go. The feeling lost. The moment you realize you’re actually found.
Life rushes in to dead spaces. The light ripples and changes. No longer the fear of flames, but the feeling of peace.
Keep turning. Keep spinning. Keep dancing.