Yesterday, I was a child with pictures and symbols crowded upon the walls of my chamber.
And this morning I was but half a man, with only a cross hanging upon my wall.
But tonight, I am complete with nothing upon my chamber walls.
Perhaps the pictures and symbols were of my youth.
And I was wanting to be admired by others.
Perhaps the cross was a symbol of my coming of age,
a symbol of maturity, of my desire to be loved by God.
Now my walls are white and my wanting is fulfilled.
For I am accepting of myself.
And yes, I am loved by God and all others.
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