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I lost my faith today.

Had been losing it for a while. Cloudy days, lonely thoughts. Feels like a delicate part of me has come loose, and is trailing on the ground, bruised and dusty. Was expecting this. Had too many good days recently, braced myself for the low that must follow.

Can't write on those days. Just stare at my shadowed reflection in the bus window, and out at the earth beyond.

That was today.

But then looked a little further, to where something had punched ragged holes in the grey underbelly of cloud, and the light was pouring out of them in shafts, illuminating here and there the distant fields as though spotlights on a great empty stage, out there at the edge of the world where they are awaiting the word to begin.

The things we are shown. Must be shown, over and over, to be taught the lesson by heart.

That when we are at our lowest, the road rises highest.