"   Let there be light , for i have formed you in the secret place , the apple of my eye ,
In the shadow of my wings , from the depths of the earth you were woven together
Knitted together in your Mothers Womb before time ...
  
Then the word became of flesh ....

The Fog decended on Ashfords quiet streets  , a golden ball hung in the sky only to shrouded
For a moment before bursting forth , dispensing of the mist that had encapsulated it .
Now for a moment at least it would shine like the morning star on this small leafy superb .

Earlier the previous day I had run  into the early mornings Autumble darkness
before any light had even decended .
A. room with four walls no shredding no light in my world , only shapes , my eye became
Accustomed to the darkness that surrounded it .
Inside the only door became bolted from within .
A Fairy tale of a man outside knocking was the only sound I could hear from picture books
My dear old mother used to read to me , and from Church pews long since forgotten .
Yet I have learned to live in this world where solitude is easy on the eye , and loneliness
a comfort blanket .
Easiest  thing in the world for pig to return to its sty
a dog to its ***** .
But what is a. Christian without a   Heart ,
a love without. a. Lover
A man without a wife
a cross without a Savior
a heart without a home ,
a rebel without a cause
a. Church without its capstone . ?

Engrossed. by the knocking. I heard I began to  take down the bolt , my heart
Once bound by night  now became flooded by the light ,
Fragments
Specs invaded my eyes , so bright the morning sun could have blinded me .