temple run


In the unforgiving heat they built a palace out of prayers, wishes made golden by time and patience—hardened like weapons fashioned out of fortitude, valor, honor.

There are far too many people with their eyes closed: some blinking back the sun, some on their knees, some with foreheads pressed against sacred ground, some with white lotuses kissing their hair. There are far too many faces in the crowd, far too many words. There are far too many hearts anchored to hopes of redemption.

Still: this palace is big enough for all these closed eyes, all these faces, all these words. This palace is grand enough to hold all these hopeful hearts.

{Bangkok, Thailand; September 2012}