Tuesday, 2 February 2016

I knew a sad boy: my despair is permanent

I knew a sad boy who said to me,
"Sir, I do believe that my despair will be permanent. Perhaps your sun bright light of hope will carry me home. That is to heaven, to leave here, to leave this ever present darkness in my heart."

He said this with the most uncomfortable smile. I pitied the boy but could not help him at all, only to sit with him and pray.


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