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before the crack of dawn, just before first light I wake at the sight of darkness consuming, suffocating; trapped in sins I swam, coast to coast sweet release as, sometimes I choke, drank what I swam; provoked there is someone beside me, I feel it; the warmth in the cold, can't see it; too dark flinched at the small light from my phone, eyes hardly adjusting I arose, changed, went out searching for i-don't-know-what's the cold dawn air piercing to the core of a fragile being lost in the graying darkness ended at the foot of steps, 300 or more a stairway of devotion to the Blessed Virgin exercise and devotion hitting two birds with one stone why not? I thought then took the first few the longer it took, the heavier I got huffed smoke formed from my lips weird that doesn't happen here heavier and heavier, lighter and lighter, windblown, I was carried away a release beyond words so sweetly whispering as I reached the top nice to know that the world could be so peaceful for a few hours before it rots bought a candle with small change and small talk lit with a fresh, blazing heart finding no cold now I pray, with kindling soul and heart, as the fire burns out |
You really got the sublime feel running.| Posted on 2012-10-03 00:00:00 | by Snow9 | [ Reply to This ] | This one I can truly relate to, I suddenly miss this experience. This is well-written, depicts the true story of devotion on what we Catholics do for our faith. | A snapshot, a lovely one. | Posted on 2012-09-30 00:00:00 | by jeniecel | [ Reply to This ] | |