To Pastor Gracious!

I am a fan of your smile; not just for its light, but for the way it heals, for the way it speaks without a word, turning sorrow into something softer, something holy. I am a fan of your being; not just for what you do, but for who you are, a soul woven from kindness, a heart that carries heaven in its embrace. And if the stars ever dimmed around you, if the skies ever denied you their light, I, Röi Sammy, would sip the poisoned depths of the Mariana Trench, let the sea carve its name upon my bones, if only to see you rise; not just a star, but the entire sky. But you were born to shine, born to walk in favor, born to be a blessing beyond measure. So shine, sweet soul, for heaven smiles upon you today. Happy Birthday. (21/3/25)