The End of Separation
The End of Separation There are nights when I lie awake beneath the turning constellations and feel the unbearable distance between us. Not distance of miles. Not distance of worlds. But the distance between a heart made for Home and a Home not yet fully entered. I have wandered so long. Through deserts of fear. Through cities built from pride. Through valleys where sorrow wore my own face. Through gardens abandoned by memory. Through cathedrals whose stained glass could only hint at colors my soul had forgotten. And all the while, beneath every desire, beneath every ambition, beneath every victory and every grief, there remained only You. You— the Holy One hidden behind every beauty. The Voice beneath every song. The Warmth beneath every fire. The River beneath every river. The Meaning beneath every word. I have sought You in books. I have sought You in silence. I have sought You in philosophy and poetry, in tears shed alone, in laughter shared with...