You
You are the lovely rooftop artist that paints mystery, speaks inspiration, sketches the endless depths of our ever-changing sky, and offers your own rendition of God’s masterpiece. But who are you to redefine the Master’s art?
But who are you not to? You, His master creation, the living, breathing, walking piece of art that beats anything the MET offers.
You are melody and harmony. You don’t know it, but every crevice, every moment in your life is a melody to one grand song. My prayer for you is that this song wouldn't be a funeral requiem, but a song of rebirth, a song of spring.
You are the tough construction worker that is making the best using the little tools and materials that you've got. So renovate, please. We’re sick of the same tall, gray, lifeless buildings.
You are a voice.
You are a traveler in an unknown land, traversing the wilderness of our present world.
You are the hermit that flees to solitude and who loves silence.
You are everything and nothing in the grand scheme.
You are a creation and a creator.
You are a plant who tells the world daily, “Stop, I can make my own food. I can handle this alone”.
You are big and small.
You are you, and nothing more.