If the Son of the Almighty
came and sat beside you
wearing the shoes of a monster,
what would you do?
Would your eyes recognize Him?
Or would your eyes betray you?
Would you see the Essence—
or only the mask
your fear has named evil?
Would you love Him,
or would you defend yourself
with hate,
calling it righteousness?
For this is how He chooses us:
not by belief,
not by praise,
not by the purity of our words—
but by who can reach Him
beyond appearance,
beyond fear,
beyond the violence of certainty.
Blessed are those
who recognize God
where their eyes refuse to look.
