Today I walk into a Catholic church, straight to the prayer chapel, kneel by the altar, light a candle... and I don’t pray. I weep.
For some reason, on this day, I need to go there. Drawn like a magnet to the tiny chapel.
On this day, I realize, once again, how little control I have over my world. And again, the fear and uncertainty rear their heads and glare at me with eyes glowing like red embers.
For some reason, on this day, I need to go there. Drawn like a magnet to the tiny chapel.
On this day, I realize, once again, how little control I have over my world. And again, the fear and uncertainty rear their heads and glare at me with eyes glowing like red embers.