Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Morning Service



The Black Nazarene
Quiapo, Manila


It fell on my eyes, my lips, my nose. I looked at everybody else. They were all smiling, and wiping their wet faces. Blessings, blessings. I looked around and up. There were mute statues, flowers, the altar. Birds fly in the high ceiling. The space, the vibe, the people. Faith is a wonderful thing.
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