It happens when you least expect it, a grand opening of spirit. Your heart flutters like a bird in a cage, wings beating against the bars. And then suddenly the whole world is new. Everything is brighter, everything is clearer. You can see the dew on a spiderweb and it nearly makes you cry.
I turned to my left, and there was his face, his eyes alight with love. I saw God there, or an echo of God within him, and he pulled me in and I was flying. No more bars, the wings of my heart pumped expertly and I was up in the air, attached to nothing, riding the sky on great white wings.
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