Understanding of The Thread
The tide struck harder at the rocks as evening thickened fast, The thread lay stretched between them both, unchanged from all the past. He ran his hands through salted hair, his jaw set tight with strain, “I am not trying to reject. I’m trying to explain. I want to see what you insist is steady, firm, and real, But every answer still feels just beyond the way I feel. You speak as though it’s simple truth. Defined and understood, Yet I stand here wanting faith… and failing where I should.” The wind moved sharply across the shore, the sky now iron-gray, The water was restless with the thoughts he could not push away. “If God desires that I believe and turn my life to Him, Why leave the evidence so distant, old, and dim? Why anchor everything in ancient ink and fragile scroll? Why not make clarity unavoidable to every soul? I am not asking Him to force my will to bend. I’m asking why the silence does not end.” She answered him without retreat, her words exact and slow, “Because certa...
