Losing Faith

A man without God is a man without hope! Sorry.

Slender beams of radiance enter this darkened chamber as I kneel, always silent, always driven, frozen here, waiting. Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming an image in my mind, penetrating my shamed soul. Realization dawning on my face. I raise my head, now kneeling before this oblivious reality.

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[Michael G.]

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