6 + Laus Deo +

[worthyofhislove]

Curses and revelry for the new year, a charming celebration, dear City. Polarity is just everywhere, isn't it? Comedy and tragedy. The cursed and the blessed.

Heaven and Hell.

I feel a vague...sense of forboding static electricity. I pray for you, all of you. Let this be the year which opens eyes and hearts. Your inability to see will greatly pain

Comments

[voodoo_daddy]

Why do you deal blessings so eagerly, angel?

[worthyofhislove]

A prayer is hardly a blessing, Midnight. It's a candle, not a bonfire.

[voodoo_daddy]

It is a flame all the same. What do you see?

[worthyofhislove]

For knowing so much about fire, you fail to see that a candle is small and unless nurtured extinguishes. Blessings of God are not so easily snuffed.

[voodoo_daddy]

You avoid the question at hand. What do you see?

[worthyofhislove]

I see what Father wishes me to, magic man. It isn't fire.

[voodoo_daddy]

A flood?

[worthyofhislove]

Do rainbows in the sky after a storm mean nothing to you?

No.

[voodoo_daddy]

Colors in the sky are only a point of view. If you ask the brothers in the Australian lands they would tell you the same.

[worthyofhislove]

There is not a flood and no pot of gold awaits us.

[voodoo_daddy]

And I am not Irish.

[worthyofhislove]

Even if you were, I daresay it would not help.