Born in darkness and stubborn in nature, its growth is exposed to the light.
Obstinate it chooses the instantaneous and artificial in the mockery of its inheritance. The temporary perfection that can never be enough, becoming all consuming. A continuous submergence into darkness, masking the genuine and blocking the light. Yet it never stops reaching, longing to be restored.
One day it refuses the imperious serpentine in the howling wasteland and returns to whom it was meant to be, who it was all along. And the longer it spends with the sun, the more it longs to be like it. A little every day and some more than others, it soon dances in the wind, twirling in golden rays. The ends, the wiser of the strands, now assimilating the incandescence. And after decades it learns to be more transparent, wisdom birthing and radiating the light from within. No longer hiding in the shadows but celebrating the return home.
Proverbs 16:31
The silver-haired head is a crown of splendor and glory;
It is found in the way of righteousness.
Proverbs 20:29
The glory of young men is their physical strength; and the honor of aged men is their gray head (representing wisdom and experience).
John 15:20
So he got up and started back to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was moved with compassion. He ran and threw his arms around him and kissed him warmly.
