Hike into nowhere.
A cobblestone road.
Through villages.
To a field of dreamers.
Throngs. Flags.
A rainbow of Flags.
Blisters. Hunger. Cold.
Insatiable Fog devours us.
We set up camp.
But how could one sleep?
On such a glorious night?
Once Nowhere.
Now occupied by everywhere.
By Our Holy Father,
Watched over by two Heavenly Fathers.
our father is now with The Father.
And HIM
The Lamb pierced for all.
His glory fills the temple.
A million temples assembled.
His blood shed for all.
Yet some bring tarps to stay dry.
I brought an umbrella, but pray for rain.
Rain on me O Holy One!
Dreams come true.
Truth is Extraordinary.
Making Dreamers look meek.
Revolutionaries look boring.
A new revolution has begun.
The fruit of seed sown.
Word
The Blood of Christians.
His Precious Blood
We stare at the stars.
May they lead us to Him.
Offering our lives, our gifts.
Our Gold and Myrh.
Bowing low.
Worshiping Him on His Altar
Dying on His Cross.
One Oblation to the Father.
His Sacrifice.
Our Sacrifice.
Passing from Death to Life.
Hatred transformed by Love
Rising from the Stone Cave.
Living Anew. Again.
Life in Him
With Him.
For Him and His world.
Walking again.
Home.
Far.
Hungry. Tired, Sick.
Lost.
How can I find myself,
In a world so different?
No longer I. He in me.
Going from somewhere special.
His place.
To nowhere in particular.
Home.
By a different route.
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