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by Poet on the Piano Apr 10, 2011 category : Life, society / faith, religion
- Everywhere I look children are skipping, singing renewed tunes; this day is like time, it passes monotonously colors blending with expectancy. Shouting out to the blissful rush- I question everyone's sudden excitement, for all the hate why are there so many who now love? A tiny girl dressed in yellow ribbons, takes my hand firmly and smiles her brightest, "Don't you know, Sir, the Creator of all the world has risen from darkness! He wants us to come home and welcome Him back." I sit stunned on the Church's steps, having now noticed the path I was walking along, the path to freedom, to bells vibrant and beautiful. I have reason to rejoice. This unknown sun to me genuinely cares.... I think I know this feeling...so far to reach yet I want it to free me. Home.-