On the fourth day, You created the sun to rule the day, to light my way. You knew I would need it on days like today when I feel so dark inside.
I hear You speaking peace to my soul in the sway of the waves. Back and forth, from the deep to the shore, You calm me, give me hope.
You’ve known me since the beginning. You knew I would end up here. I walk out toward You, feel Your touch through the rays of the sun against my melanin.
“My child, this is not the end,” You say.
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