02-16-2020, 01:19 AM
Blessed mother of untouched birth, what darkness circles this place I find myself in? Is this the fate you have granted to me? That I dwell in a tomb enclosed by these of little mind? They focus only upon the moment. Yet I see that I am likewise broken by my own temporal platitudes. Be with me in this moment. Help me endure. I am the sun to burn away their shade.
Heavy eyes slid to slits as the brightness of his own light illuminated the surroundings.
A middle-aged man of gray-flecked hair and sculpted cheekbones sat before him. The robes of a Jesuit draped his broad shoulders. Philip rested his head briefly against his chair with the prayer for endurance perched on the tip of his tongue.
“You don’t look like someone of importance but you must be to gain an audience with the Holy Father,” Philip mused. Most found his humor offensive, which was the point. He waited a moment before frustration flickered his otherwise angelic expression. “Well? Who are you?”
Heavy eyes slid to slits as the brightness of his own light illuminated the surroundings.
A middle-aged man of gray-flecked hair and sculpted cheekbones sat before him. The robes of a Jesuit draped his broad shoulders. Philip rested his head briefly against his chair with the prayer for endurance perched on the tip of his tongue.
“You don’t look like someone of importance but you must be to gain an audience with the Holy Father,” Philip mused. Most found his humor offensive, which was the point. He waited a moment before frustration flickered his otherwise angelic expression. “Well? Who are you?”
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