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A Fathers Anthem

A Fathers Anthem

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Being a man of faith used to mean something.

It used to be a matter of free will, a choice to follow the path of light or darkness. Those that were faithful were rewarded with the promise of heaven.

But that faith always came at a price, even then.

Light a candle and place it under a glass.

The flame flickers, the smoke fills the air and chokes out the oxygen. Slowly, the flame dies.

It struggles against the darkness till its last breath.

But eventually, it burns its last breath of life.

I have felt like that candle, desperately clinging to the last gasp of life. Choking myself amidst the smoke.

I have felt the darkness come over me, cloud me so I cannot see.

I have felt my faith dwindle, burn down. It is the cost of acting upon your faith to have the darkness test it. If, in that dying moment, you see nothing but the smoke, the darkness will win the battle and your flame of faith will die.

But if you keep your eyes trained on the light, there is hope for you yet.

So imagine that very same candle, slowly choking to death amidst the smoke that has infiltrated it.

Spluttering and flickering its dying breath.

If, at that very moment, you crack the glass. If you shatter even the smallest of holes into that glass, the flame will burn as bright as ever.

The smoke will disappear into nothingness, the air will get into the glass.

And the flame will burn.

There is a crack in everything, that is how the light gets in.

You have not inherited the world in the brightest of circumstances, Sanctus. Everything I ever stood for as a man of faith has disappeared, has been stripped away.

All that remains are morals and memories.

But that is all we have.

We must hold on to that last shred of light to overcome the darkness. We must shatter that glass, not become merely part of the smoke that causes the flame to die.

Because faith was never meant to be easy. It was meant to be right.

And a pact with Death himself was never on the cards with my saviour.

Open your eyes, Sanctus and see the darkness. See how the smoke billows around the last embers of your faith fire, and do not let Solomon extinguish that last flicker of life.

Do not let yourself become the very darkness you swore to protect this world against.

I am not the enemy, son.

I am the one that shatters the glass so that the light may come in. I am the one who creates the cracks, so that you can see the light…

That Vayikra was never the way, the truth and the life.

I was. I am. And I always will be.

I am the light bringer, who restores your flame.

Your father.

Ring the bells that still can ring.