Suddenly, you feel as if your soul is filling up. It seems that while sitting in this room, you soul has begun to take on more than its fair share of beauty. It builds and grows, the rounded corners of your soul filling up and starting to stretch past their capacity, then suddenly, in a magnificent cataclysmic explosion, your soul is blown apart in glory. The pieces are then picked up and sown back to perfection by the loving hand of God himself.
That was my Easter Morning.
Then I went to work, and work was okay.
No comments:
Post a Comment