Guest Posted June 6, 2010 Share Posted June 6, 2010 Written to this tune of . ---------- Mirtel Christabel’s white dress rustled quietly around her legs as she stepped before the altar. Clasping her hands before her in prayer Mirtel raised her face towards the simplest and at the same time the most complex symbol of Christian faith; Christ on the cross. She knew that behind her the pope had raised his arms to grant his blessings to all of God’s children who had came to listen to the sermon, but with her heart singing out to the figure of the Saviour on the cross Mirtel didn’t hear any of the words. The world seemed to cease to exist as she closed her eyes and tilted her face even higher to meet the sunlight streaming in from the arched windows of the St. Peter’s basilica. Was this God’s way of smiling to his children? Was this God’s way of showering them with His love? The words rose to her lips unbidden, her voice rising to be amplified and echoed between the walls of the basilica as she sang the Ave Maria. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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