Walking With Faith


We traveled for months, fleeing enemies. Strangers who wanted us dead because of our religion. Ironic how love in God was dangerous, especially when there was only one.

But their narrow minds could not see that we were all just siblings. No. All they saw were our differences and that scared them. So, they wanted us dead.

We heard this city was accepting of our kind, open to different faiths. But as we stood at their gate, we paused. Were these strangers any better than those who chased us?

We walked forward, hands raised, with faith in God path.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

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