I know this frozen feeling, and yes, it seems interminable. But - it isn't; you must trust me about this. Somber, yes, but oh, it's quite good!, and truly depicts what came from inside. R, for reality, lassie.

MCS, sometimes the true reality condition, can be the burden that forbids one from doing what he/she would else have done. Your writing is such a mature thinking, and trully, trully thank you. I know the feeling of ''..there is nothing I can do..'' and sometimes I have even been jealous of mountains...maybe for their strength..

Such a beautiful and needed wish...
''..to be born anew given a fresh start..''

If only life could come with the right way to live it.

Oh my gosh!
You painted a word picture.
An AMAZING word picture.

Then you must have the courage to roll. Great piece M.

Enjoyed!

I've always despised the architectural design of Cathedrals and most churches... this post captures my reasons with an explicit clarity.

Exquisitely written, and well-understood. Chillingly, I recently had this exact experience. Rated with admiration.

I love the 'turning to stone' reference. Cold, empty, somber, bewilderment, knowing it is impossible to be reborn..this is so telling of everyone's questionong on what we believe and what we can't. Too hard to go on faith alone. There are those who discount faith cause it is not the 'miracle-worker' they feel it should be. There are those who must have tangible evidence or just forget it! This is what I got out of this write, Maybe I read too much into it ..haha. (I love though that everyone sees something different.)

Well Mary, your poetry is certainly anything but empty!
"One stands silent head bowed
not in prayer but exhaustion"
In an empty church, yet. Wonderfully expressed.

"not in prayer but exhaustion"

Amen sister!

I'm in the next pew.

R