It is Sunday a time to worship, a time to find your life’s purpose, count your blessings, be grateful to all life has given you and to offer. A time to find your happiness. You see being happy doesn’t always translates to possession of highest good but leaving your life’s worth with a purpose. I visited Basilique Notre Dame de Fourviere in Lyon, France. As a Catholic I was proud I got to visit as the church is one beautiful and humongous piece of architecture; the view of the city from there, however, will leave anyone breathless at Amen. Yes, I did my part today, hope you did too. I Went to His house and He says Hello! .
“Are you there yet?” “Yes, I am”, replied the feathered friend nested in the lantern. Nature and its things.
I wished to also be there, way up, relaxing on my make believe bed, looking down on the world and the passerby, checking on them going by.
I wished I was up there dreaming, wondering what the view would be like, how the people would appear in their itty bitty costumes, react once I was spotted piercing thorough the lantern, wondering if I would irradiate a pint of light, a beacon of an answered question and let them be guided.
I wonder, if I would be sitting quietly, rain or shine, hot or cold, eyes closed, the wind blowing, taking it all in, breathing; looking in a straight line, hanging upside down or upward or down up, depending on the present combinations of rubik’s cube I land in. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so coquettish I lean on the stairwell solid brass pretending I was home, while wondering if my newly minted roommates would parachute in to tell me a bedtime story.
Alone I arrived
Alone I stayed
Alone they came
I fooled a passersby
I am a living statue!
© Angela Aguiar