Holy Water...


At Kalaupapa, in the middle of the quiet and sullen woods, there were several bathtubs sitting in the middle of the forest. All that is left from long deteriorated make shift homes. The tubs sat quietly, filled with God's rain. Reflecting the dark and pain filled memories of lives torn apart by politics and disease. How many anguished tears flowed through these drains, along with pieces of flesh, fluid, and shattered dreams of a better life. Faith tested to the ends of belief. Love pushed to the limits of human aversion. Modern day churches are filled with light, color, cleanliness and beauty. All to attract God. I believe Ke Akua dwells in the darkest of places. Filthiest of filth. Saddest of despair. For this is truly where he is needed the most...

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