Some souls cross one’s path for a reason. They are never to be seen or heard of, yet there presence in your life is tangible.
Their kind is hard to find in this modern wasteland we live in, but once the connection has been made, it cannot be undone, for they are bound by the loyalty that runs trough their veins.
Silent protectors I call them. Like fireflies in the dark of night, shedding just enough light to guide your feet on the path ahead, but dim enough not to expose you to the outside world.
They never demand anything from you. They unconditionally accept the facelessness of the nobody that you have become, because they never give up on the somebody they once knew.
They understand that light, however beautiful, can be blinding. But they are also wise enough to know that your eyes can get used to the darkness, that it will not leave your vision impaired.
Searching for shelter from the storm, in the cold of the night, I kneel under a few dark leaves spread open above me. I notice that a new day has dawned, that somehow the rays of the rising sun succeeded in finding me.
When I open my eyes and look up, the branched leaves which sheltered me from the rain during the night, retracts as you pull back the black feathers of your wing which protected me from the storm.
Thank you .. for being who you are without being there.
May your birthday be blessed, may you always find beauty in the darkness without losing yourself, and may you and your loved ones be privileged enough to spend ‘the rest of forever which He has intended for you’ together.
I value your friendship.