2002-04-28 - 1:19 a.m.
Steubenville
The gravel ate away at my knees,
as I knelt on that hard pavement.
Sweat poured off my brow,
staining my face like tears.
Around me, peole knelt of stood, their eyes closed,
their faces a mask of pain, Peace.
A voice echoed behind me,
singing without melody, chanting without words.
I looked up and saw nothing,
but I felt a wave of joy flood my heart,
like the melting of the snows in spring.
I believed.
A cool wind brushed against my face,
and I began to pray, for the first time.
The Holy Spirit burned within my heart and I surrendered to it.
It still burns there, bright as a candle in the dark.
