Something More

Prologue

A cool summer morning in Saint Peter's Square, Vatican City...

Third Person's POV:

Ad honorem Sanctae et Individuae Trinitatis,
ad exaltationem Fidei Catholicae
et vitae christianae incrementum
auctoritate Domini nostri Iesu Christi,
beatorum Apostolorum Petri et Pauli ac Nostra,
matura deliberatione praehabita
et divina ope saepius implorata,
ac de plurimorum Fratrum Nostrorum consilio,
Beatam Imeia Theresia Villaflor
Sanctam esse decernimus et definimus,
ac Sanctorum Catalogo adscribimus,
statuentes eam in universa Ecclesia
inter Sanctos pia devotione recoli debere.
In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

As the great chorus of voices sung the Great Amen, hundreds of thousands of devotees applauded and waved their flags in a fit of celebration. The Pope have just canonized the third Filipino saint...in what it seems to be one of the fastest canonization process in history...it just took nine years to canonize a frail, sickly...but happy and religious lady to be part of the catalogue of saints.

"Beyond my eyes can see,
There must be something more
Beneath the surface rush of things
There's something else in store
Beyond this daily strife, there must be more to life
An underlying rhyme in things
I must have known before..."

Then, the choral begins to sing this familiar song...it is the favorite song of the new canonized saint...she usually sing this everytime her friends is feeling down, lonely, and being pressured by problems. I looked towards the crowd in every direction and saw some people can't stop themselves from shedding the tear because of the emotions that the song that it holds.

"Before the seasons changed,
Before i grew too wise
I watched the passing clouds
In search of meaning in the skies
I read between the lines
But the verses lost their rhymes
And though the truth has long been told,
I'm still waiting for a sign..."

Then, some figures have appeared behind the altar and slowly approaches the Pope. It is an old-aged man, wearing a knight-like attire, accompanied by two clergy...a priest and a nun...

The old-aged man holds a monstrance...it was once worn out and neglected by the church where the new canonized saint once lived. But now, it was given a new purpose...to hold a piece of human flesh...but it was not an ordinary flesh...it was a consecrated host which was turned to a part of a human heart during a celebration of a mass...the saint's favorite pastime.

"Where are you, you whom i seek to know?
Are you the one i'm looking for?
Show your face
Why don't you break your silence now?
Take the stormy seas within me
Name these shadows trapped inside me
Claim this lost and frightened child you see in me"