Old habits die hard.
Posted: 22 Mar 2016, 16:02
I walk back and forth for a moment as I look at the small shrine that I had Michael set up for me. I had not prayed in a long while and to be honest I was scared. "**** it." I say as I grab my rosary beads. I immediately start to feel the pain in my hand but the burn does not happen till the cross touches my flesh. This was going to be painful. I kneel down in front of the crucifix and I can feel a heat coming from it. The longer I'm here the stronger it gets.
"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done. I ask that you take mercy on this poor son of a whore whom you saw fit to bring into your house. I know that I have turned my back on you when I decided to join the damned instead of fighting them as you raised and trained me to. I know that is way your image harms me so and why as I kneel before you the pain worsens and I fear I will not be able to speak much longer as you burn my throat with each word I send to you but I pray for this evening that all will go as hoped though I fear that now you will doom my thoughts. I pray these words to you now in hope and with forgiveness but know old habits die hard as do those that defy you. In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit. Amen."
I stand place the beads back onto the alter and light a candle before coughing. I look at my hand and see the cross mark on my flesh, it starts to heal slowly before my eyes. "Michael, fix me a drink!" my voice is harsh as if I had been without water for days. Old habits do indeed die hard as I know I'll go through this pain again.
"Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done. I ask that you take mercy on this poor son of a whore whom you saw fit to bring into your house. I know that I have turned my back on you when I decided to join the damned instead of fighting them as you raised and trained me to. I know that is way your image harms me so and why as I kneel before you the pain worsens and I fear I will not be able to speak much longer as you burn my throat with each word I send to you but I pray for this evening that all will go as hoped though I fear that now you will doom my thoughts. I pray these words to you now in hope and with forgiveness but know old habits die hard as do those that defy you. In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit. Amen."
I stand place the beads back onto the alter and light a candle before coughing. I look at my hand and see the cross mark on my flesh, it starts to heal slowly before my eyes. "Michael, fix me a drink!" my voice is harsh as if I had been without water for days. Old habits do indeed die hard as I know I'll go through this pain again.