When time is up, and the fruits of your labor emerge, and faded memories linger, and faces and voices creep further away, and the ripples that form disappear, leaving behind a blunt-edge sword, and something to live for, when all the truth of your days are known may nothing but stillness and enduring horizons find you blooming still like a rose.
This year has been a dream. Something about light led me here. So many people stepped up so the enemy would be defeated. You all know your significance with this journey. I mean it when I say I’m just vessel God, continue to use me to spread light. If you thought you have seen the best of us, stay tuned to the new year, where all road and efforts still lead to God.
Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 
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