And, together, the two soft forms, overlapping yet distinct, were like misty wings of silence, exquisitely-spun and spread full, surrounding our Lord in graceful symphony.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyHave you ever felt like you were caught in a maze in which nothing made sense? In which you saw Superman and the Green Goblin in the same comic strip when they really belonged in two different stories?
Gina Marinello-SweeneyBut I was caught in an hourglass of colliding dreams.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyHe’s convinced that you’re a psycho,” I explained, as I reached the bench. “He has the list narrowed down to either a double agent or a serial killer.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyAs for clichés, they’re an illusion. When you think about it, anything could be considered a cliché. It’s when you really bring truth to something that it becomes original…which may," he smiled wryly, "itself be considered a cliché.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyAnd, as I had gazed at my surroundings, at the muted, yet triumphant, colors splashed in joyful serenity over the immaculate stone floor, at the profiles of my fellow parishioners bent in prayer, and finally, up above, at the flickering lights held in a soft gray ceiling like chandeliers in an ancient palace, I realized that my thoughts had been transferred to Someone Else.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyEven the sublime portal, half of a circlet the color of the first snow, knew their names.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyAs cliché as that sounded.
As cliché as truth can sound.
As real as truth can be.
Delicate footprints circled around and around in a softly traced maze. I breathed in the scent of the deep crimson rose petals before me, and a glimpse of a thought suddenly surrounded them.
Gina Marinello-SweeneyOn the contrary,” he said softly, “everyone is here.
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