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.