Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Wind Cries Mary.

Growing up in the country, my little sis and I shared a bedroom. It seems so weird now, even though, whilst travelling, we've shared a room many times since then.
At some point when we were little, she was given a statue of Our Lady. The statue glowed in the dark. It stood on the dresser between our two beds.
Regardless of the difficulties that befell us as children and teenagers, every night, the little statue glowed through till dawn.
I dont know where the little thing is now. But I miss it.
My devotion remains. It now glows in my heart.

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