A wanderer, limp beneath
the weight of the world’s angry indifference.
She dies.
He dies.
We all die.
Your welcome here will evaporate too.
Don’t get too cosy.
Falling through the hole
I tore in my own reality -
no God,
no point,
no end-game.
Your return to darkness awaits.
My will be done.
Then
the rumble of mercy.
Humble hands
working through my fumbled ignorance.
Grace I never earned.
A fresh wind kisses places
I didn’t know needed touching.
Weightless meadows roll
from earth to heaven.
No darkness.
No fear.
No end.
He saved me.
Words and photography by Chris George
© 2026 Chris George
The rumble of mercy. I love that line!! Such a beautiful testimony!