Gloryhole Swallow Faith <WORKING>

And that is the point.

We spend our whole lives building walls. Drywall. Ego. Prejudice. Then we drill a single hole in them just to remind ourselves that we are not an island. gloryhole swallow faith

There’s a hole in the wall. Chest-high. Patched with duct tape and graffiti. On my side, I’m just knees on cold concrete. I can’t see his face. I don’t know his name, his sins, or if he voted the same way I did. I know nothing. And that is the point

This isn't about the act. It’s about the . There’s a hole in the wall

Faith isn’t believing in the visible. Faith is the muscle in your throat that relaxes instead of clenches. It’s the surrender to the unknown. It’s the trust that on the other side of that crumbling wall—behind the rough hands and the muffled groan of a stranger—there is still a human being begging to be accepted without judgment.

That’s where the faith comes in.

You think faith is only found in stained glass and hymnals? Let me tell you where I found mine.