Walking to the Bus stop one morning, I passed a lady who I've begun to refer to on my more morose days as the dreaded Pharisee disguised as a Moral compass. she frequently chants a psalm from the sidewalk opposite her yard gate, King James bible and water in hand, Spreading the morrow's word (often, of course, taking the guise of "which brand of sinner do we condemn today") This day, however, she surprised me.
...she sang...and condemned noone
She stopped the task she was about at her gate, and just sang, lifted her hands and clapped a rhythm to accompany the chorus she belted joyously...she released her anger, her righteous indignation, heck, her bitterness, and for that instant it was her and her spiritual experience...and it was beautiful
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