Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions,
both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearances.
The day has finally arrived.
It’s been what… a year?
For others, it’s been a life time…
Standing at the door…
There’s a bit of trepidation,
You’ve stood here before…
The internal debate…to enter, or not…
enter as one person
pass though, becoming another
It seems to be an obvious choice
He’s already entered
Everyone was excited
As He was openly welcomed
However, that’s all about to change
Everything is about to change
But only if you open the door
Only if you enter
Amazing how quickly things can change
The jubilation is now eerily silent
The welcome is long forgotten
The solemnity of the moment is now palpable
As the internal debate rages on…