The glorious golden rays of the sun have not yet appeared on the enormous horizon of the tingling summer breeze of April; he is not yet awake to light up the semi-poisoned atmosphere.
At that time, people began to move, going straight to the inclined, steep, and rocky path to climb to the mountaintop and execute the annual celebration of our Lord Jesus Christ's agony on the cross.
Many came to follow the resounding and echoing music of the Holy Week's solemn song, but only a few truly participated in the sacrifice's true meaning by performing the stations of the cross.
Where are the sincere followers? Have these people already forgotten its significance? They are no longer praying—no longer reflecting on the sins they've committed. They have forgotten the essence of performing the annual Via Crucis.
© Wayne, 2015
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Wayne on Foot (Poetry)
PoetryWayne on Foot is a compilation of the wild and vivid images of the author, put into writing in order for the readers feel and imagine the wonders of being an optimist person. See contents inside! A. Poetry (English, Filipino, Cebuano) B. Quotations...
