God’s Journey

When my people ask me how my trip to the holy lands were, all I do is nod and say ‘good’. And I’m not lying, it was. But I want to say other things that I can’t. That I don’t know how to voice any more. Like I’ve learnt how to stop talking about things that are important to me.
Or I’ve learnt not to talk about things that are important to me.
Or perhaps, the words are just knotted together – the way they often are these days.

There was something that perhaps describes something of how I felt.

There is a special flower found high up on the baobab tree. At night, it takes the foot long flower to burst open in a minute. It is a tremendous sight to see.
How terribly beautiful is that sign that God exists.

Even on quiet nights on top of baobab trees in Madagascar.

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