Awe Full: Sacrifice

Friday, October 19, 2007

Sacrifice

Marrow and ink black crow vine thistle hands scratch the brick precipice, twisted and clung so morosely that the veins find their way corrupting the very cobblestone into crumbling debris scattered by bitter winds and gathered ornate thorny crowns.

On peak renaissance statue singed eyes stained towards the heavens holds the broken cross of times past. No eyes to be seen, no vision to see the corruption of his ways, but still light and shadows play on his movement in passing clouds and times lost in rationality.
The outstretched hands that denied so many.

A lone women approaches and clutches a cross necklace to her chest and stands at the base of the steps and starts to cry a slow and mournful sob. I stood watching from behind a tilted column, partially ashamed and transfixed at witnessing a solemn intimacy.

She began to pray, knees bent and hands tight to her chest. I watched her eyes reach the empty eyes of the statue, tears streaming down her face, shadows smoothening and deepening the wrinkles on her face.

I too found myself in tears. I wanted to join her, I wanted to kneel beside her and share in her grief. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and pray with her, to give her some of my strength. But I was here, stealing her intimate sorrow.

Oh God, just make her pain go away, take away the evil and corruption of this place! My heart was beating suprisingly fast.

God, I don't want to see this!
Could she hear me?
I should be the one crying.
She, so devout, so pure, crying and feeling so much pain! Why?
God, take away her pain. Let me take away her pain...

I cried a slow and mournful cry, and found myself looking up to the figures outstretched hands.
and then she was gone.

I turned the cross in my fingers and wiped the tears from my eyes

posted by David @ 11:05 AM

3 Comments:

At October 19, 2007 at 1:32 PM, The Bohemian said…

powerful dream...I dreamed a month ago that my mother would be fired from her job. I know it was one of those dreams my mother has sometimes that end up coming true. She's struggling to keep a job and go to school for her masters. I think she's going to drive me to a nut house.

Oh and Robert's b-day was on the 17th. He thinks he's all big because he's legal now. =D.

Also that thing I told ya I was never gonna do (look at comment from a couple of days ago), well I'm gonna do it...today. We're more connected than ya think. O.o''
At October 19, 2007 at 3:44 PM, Subtle Hues said…

Your words leave me speechless. You've described the dream so nicely that I can kinda picture it. And yeah powerful dream like sunchild said. I guess sometimes we aren't really meant to help. Uh there are times like that right? :| Dunno :S
At October 22, 2007 at 2:36 PM, iecco said…

Awesome piece. You just made me be the "I" in your piece of writing. I just felt the whole thing all the way and its really cool the way you ended it.

And about the post, I agree spark of silence here.. I guess there are sometimes where we aren't really meant to help. OR sometimes where we can't help even if we wanted to. That's life I guess..