As the shroud of secrecy falls softly around me, I can no longer tell if I am protected from it or if it is protecting me.
Reality as I once knew it is long gone and replaced by foresight and the pain of knowledge and inevitability.
I can run, but never hide because the truth will find me.
Once content in my ignorance, reality pours through me like acid.
I cringe and ache with its prophecy.
Each dose of awareness feels like the fire of a million suns.
Each moment of knowledge brings me to my knees.
Choices and more choices.
Bleed or heal?
Sit or stand?
Cower or fight?
Take or give?
Loss or life?
Fear or belief?
Adversity or faith?
Alone or together?
Hate or love?
Silence or prayer?
Idleness or action?
Weakness or strength?
The choices we make everyday - tho simple- challenge is to be the best children of God we can be. And while we are parents and grandparents, we are all still the children of our father and have choices to make and consequences to experience. May you always have the strength to follow the path he has chosen for you.