The Margins of the Unspoken
The Bible’s pages are worn by centuries of hands, its ink faded into creeds and comfort. But the margins remain blank—empty spaces where the questions hide. What if the missing words are _not an oversight_? What if they are the Earth’s whispers, ignored like a child’s cry in a storm?
This is not a book of answers. It is a map of fractures: where scripture collides with suffering, where prayers hit stone, where nature screams _“listen”_ and we cover our ears. It’s the story of a faith that doesn’t fix, but *questions*. Of a God who doesn’t solve, but accompanies.
We live in a world that outgrows its promises. The meek inherit dust. The poor are blessed, but their children starve. Rivers choke on our sins. Forests burn while we debate. And still, we pray: _“Give us this day…” “Forgive us…” “Save us…”_ As if words alone could mend the fracture. As if believing harder would un-broken the world.
The Bible, like the planet, is a palimpsest—scraped, overwritten, misunderstood. Its trut
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