In the end, only kindness matters.
Jan. 19th, 2011 09:46 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Before dawn, Tuesday March 16th.
The Abbey
It's quiet. I've come to like the quiet. Wipe the exhaustion from my eyes and walk slowly from the infirmary to the church proper. There is no one in here, and it's quiet, and peaceful. I find my way to a bench and sit down, letting the shadows and the silence envelope me.
( Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.... )And now it is quiet, and now it is still... and I bow my head and and pray he is happy in wherever lies beyond, and that I will be forgiven.
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The Abbey
It's quiet. I've come to like the quiet. Wipe the exhaustion from my eyes and walk slowly from the infirmary to the church proper. There is no one in here, and it's quiet, and peaceful. I find my way to a bench and sit down, letting the shadows and the silence envelope me.
( Give me the strength to be what I was, and forgive me for what I am.... )And now it is quiet, and now it is still... and I bow my head and and pray he is happy in wherever lies beyond, and that I will be forgiven.
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