Great Reads by Suki

  This 'abyss' in my head. A sort of dark matter that's lingers at a very specific corner of my head. Anyway. It's Sunday morning. The sun is up and a little brighter for a 8am sun. I'm seated at the back. I don't go to church often. I don't feel bad about it. I kneel beside my bed to talk to the man above more than I walk around it. But some days he gets silent and on those days I seek out for him in this huge, building.  Perfect architecture. Beams that run down from the ceiling like they want to be noticed. Windows so tall and the light that comes in doesn't feel like the same light that I left outside. The doors are huge and brown. Polished neatly and always kept wide open. Inviting. The gardens outside are clean and bright and the flowers are not the flowers I see every other day outside home or work. They are almost perfect. Like God looks after them himself. Enough about this building. But how wouldn't I believe that God lives here?  So on bad...