As the organ grinded out the sighs <br />of christs's last thoughts <br />she surrendered herself to faith <br />A mortal action of release <br />that broke the moment it began. <br />Hanging above her, a gold cross <br />reflects the light of the sun, spilling <br />it onto her. <br />Radiating her face, replacing <br />the ashen with red warmth. <br />Candles flickered as the choir <br />bellowed from the balcony. <br />Her frail frame strenghened by <br />the desire to find eternal peace <br />raised its arms towards the crucifix <br />above, and she felt the warmth <br />of repentance run through her veins. <br />It was the only time her children saw her smile.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-smile/
