Now, don’t let your heart hitch its wagon to the wrong star — this isn’t some holy tale of a savior come to mend the world. No, this is the quiet hymn of hearts split wide open, of souls left waiting in the cold when love slips out the back door. It’s the story of the silence after the shouting, the hollowness that rings in the ribs when you’ve given all you have and find yourself alone. And if the tune feels familiar, it’s because it’s the same mournful melody sung in every love song and scribbled between the lines of every poem — the universal ache we hum when words fail.
So don’t mistake these words for gospel — they’re the gospel of heartbreak, the oldest psalm in the book of human folly. It’s the lament of lovers who stand bewildered at empty thresholds, the prayer of fools who dare to trust again. It’s a reminder that love can lift you like dawn’s first light and drop you like a stone in the dark. And yet, stubborn as old oaks, we rise, we hope, we try again — because to be human is to bleed in rhythm with every love song ever written, and to find in each poem a mirror of our own ragged, relentless hearts.
Are you the Savior?
There once was a man who walked among the people, carrying in his heart a light so bright it could heal every wound and mend every sorrow. He came not with power nor riches, but with words of hope and acts of kindness. He offered them forgiveness, showed them compassion, and taught them the path to the future.
But the people did not understand him. They were busy chasing their fears and desires. They expected him to conquer their enemies with thunder and fire, yet he came with open hands and gentle words. They demanded proof of his power, but he gave them only love. They wanted miracles on their terms, and when he would not bend to their will, they turned away.
He stood alone in the square, waiting for those he came to save. His eyes searched for the faces of those who had once cheered him. But they were gone, scattered by doubt and blinded by pride. He called out:
“Why did you abandon me? I came when you were in need. I trusted in your heart, but you left me in the hour I needed you most. What did you want from me that I did not give?”
The man remained, steadfast and unchanged, his light still shining for any who might return. For though the one had left him, he kept faith that one day, she would understand the gift he brought — and in understanding, that he would find the salvation that everyone so desperately sought.
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