Why I Cried at Godspell...
It wasn’t because of the meaning,
the passion,
a surprise of feeling,
or even that I had seen the young people in the cast playing shepherds and camels in Christmas pageants gone by.
It was when I saw my daughter’s face
when they removed Jesus from the cross.
Her expression was open and beautiful;
a reflection of sadness,
compassion, and
innocence
captured unaware under the weight of a moment.
Before the broken relationships,
Before the friendships that fade,
Before the dying of parents…
There is sadness...
Pure,
Captivating,
And obvious in its purpose.
Within this slice of eternity, I am completely in awe of this girl…
She is Mary.
She is the Venus of Hohle Fels.
She is the woman at the well.
She is Venus De Milo.
She is Esther.
She is Lucy.
She is…
Beautiful.
I watch her.
Her heart beats softly on her sleeve as she winks away her tear
I adjust my glasses to hide my own.
