when a man sets his heart on faith and the hope he has reserved his entire life is laid on one cross, for one girl, no amount of pushing or shoving dismisses the nails in his hands. no amounts of caprice or disloyalty can reduce the sacrifice of the spear. nothing she does or does not do will ever undress the willing scars or remove the earnest blood from his burial shroud. and as he lays himself down to finally die, he smiles and dreams of her lips, and what heaven will be like when she gets there.
jP august 4 2011
photo jP 2009 roma (click to enlarge)
2 comments:
This was beautifully illustrated and very emotionally felt. Thanks for that.
Danielle Cara
I just stumbled across your blog and was very encouraged by this. Thank you, truly.
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