Diamonds litter the street singing  melodies of light, quietly. The eyes of the afflicted hear the music of God in everything rejected, everything twisted, everything broken.

This is your story. Behold the miracle of your sorrow, the gift of your tears. Behold the pieces of your dream, how they sing in the night! (Child of God!) they whisper.

In the night, when you walk against crowds of doubt, a light waits to welcome you.

I promise.