They've taken the floor off the porch.  Bare.  Exposed beams and 26 years of darkness.  Rags, pans, leaves all brought to light.  Accumulated through the years.  Like our sins.  Hidden where no one can see. Private.  Yet choking.  Holding you in bondage.  While you wallow in the dark. It isn't until the exposure that the cleaning; the healing, can begin.  The light transcends the darkness . It shatters what was.  There is relief when the dark is illuminated.  Hiding takes work.  Much to conceal. In the revealing ... View Post