*** በመጀመሪያው ቃል ነበረ፡፡ *** In the beginning there were words. A | Scribbles
*** በመጀመሪያው ቃል ነበረ፡፡ ***
In the beginning there were words. And with them there was him. There was a man.
A story teller. A reader.
I like to think that is the second face I ever saw but the first memory I can muster is after I am all grown. *Him in the dining table with a book and me sitting beside him, waiting for him to read out loud*
In the beginning there was a book. And with it existed love. In between the lines.
And love was a man. A strong presence. An eye that eventually convinces you to see who you were through his lense : the very best.
It was an audience. A loud cheer from the crowd that supported you with a lot of confidence. A proud man that hasn't doubt you would ace a competition you did not prepare for. Love was he who rooted for your success.
It was also the same presence that tells you he was bored out of his mind and was dying to have a cup of coffee outside when you couldn't make it to the final quarter. Love was the man you know will always be there after your failure.
Love was a presence. The one who was there for as long as you could remember.
In the beginning there were words, and love was the man who introduced them to you it was the full picture and the background that listened and talked to you.
It was when you hit a jackpot and win a gift from above, Love was the man that made you after you were made, the one that taught you love.
In the beginning there were words. And with them existed him. A story teller.
