Friday, April 22, 2011

Lost Without You

Within a still Church, I quiet my mind. A soft song breaks the silence.

"This is the air I breathe."

Chills encompassed me. A single tear descends my cheek. Good Friday has begun.

As the Stations of the Cross are brought to life, something deep inside of me is awakened. A feeling I cannot describe.

The Way. The Truth. The Life.

This is a day of solemnity and reverence.

To die to myself.

To commit my spirit.


With a new dawn comes a new life.

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