The light
as I attempted to
capture the beauty
around me.
Though I'm not Catholic,
I collect old rosaries
and prayer books like
this child's one.
The idea these objects
were kept and grasped
by the faithful
moves me
in ways I can't explain.
Jesus freak? Yes.
The sort of Jesus freak
who is not churchy.
Not religious or homophobic.
But who is very very human
needing His help and love.
The sort of Jesus freak who spots bumper stickers
reading some version of:
"JESUS LOVES YOU.
EVERYBODY ELSE THINKS
YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE"
and laughs
and believes
Jesus might laugh
at these too.
'They have counted all My bones'
means something to me.
If you have suffered,
it may mean something to you too.
Give us this day
our daily bread prescriptions.
Just keepin it real this morning.
A lovely prayer.
Physically I have been frail
for many years.
Inside is something different.
So I can smile.
photos,
by me.
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