I kneel…
A walk into the silence… a walk into penance… a long walk to to the altar to be close to the cross
A silence so deafening it hurt… and a vision so perfect which I longed to see… to be a part of …
As I move, move closer to the cross something unusual caught my eye… a person a figure a man crouched sitting at a dingy corner… away from the light to hide himself to hide something he tried to hide from himself… i thought i saw a tear not just a tear but a few… … a face wrinkled by sadness a face that told a thousand stories… a face that has seen life seen the world… seen it all… with his eyes closed… his face told stories of life… a life he struggled to live…
I move away not to disturb him… I move away to hide myself… I move away to learn from him… to know what going thru life means… then I turn to the end and I feel something… a feeling of gratitude… thankfulness or is it a feeling of emptiness… I did not have a tear to spare nor a smile nor a second from my so called life, a life I'm thankful for?
I look back at the man in the corner, he gets up and walks around his eyes on the altar… his face devoid of expression he walks as if by a force unknown to him… he goes close to him kneels down and brings his hand together in solemn respect… I hear a whimper a slight whimper…and I see another tear roll down his cheek…his eyes closed shut, I wish I cud too… but no… a few moments and I realise life is not easy… my life is not life…
I stood transfixed as if lost …lost in time… and I kneel down… to life… I kneel down to him and everythin around me…
I kneel in reverence…I kneel in penance… I kneel to something I never experienced… I kneel down to Life…
A walk into the silence… a walk into penance… a long walk to to the altar to be close to the cross
A silence so deafening it hurt… and a vision so perfect which I longed to see… to be a part of …
As I move, move closer to the cross something unusual caught my eye… a person a figure a man crouched sitting at a dingy corner… away from the light to hide himself to hide something he tried to hide from himself… i thought i saw a tear not just a tear but a few… … a face wrinkled by sadness a face that told a thousand stories… a face that has seen life seen the world… seen it all… with his eyes closed… his face told stories of life… a life he struggled to live…
I move away not to disturb him… I move away to hide myself… I move away to learn from him… to know what going thru life means… then I turn to the end and I feel something… a feeling of gratitude… thankfulness or is it a feeling of emptiness… I did not have a tear to spare nor a smile nor a second from my so called life, a life I'm thankful for?
I look back at the man in the corner, he gets up and walks around his eyes on the altar… his face devoid of expression he walks as if by a force unknown to him… he goes close to him kneels down and brings his hand together in solemn respect… I hear a whimper a slight whimper…and I see another tear roll down his cheek…his eyes closed shut, I wish I cud too… but no… a few moments and I realise life is not easy… my life is not life…
I stood transfixed as if lost …lost in time… and I kneel down… to life… I kneel down to him and everythin around me…
I kneel in reverence…I kneel in penance… I kneel to something I never experienced… I kneel down to Life…
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