When Faith Becomes Grief

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When Faith Becomes Grief
by T. Delaplain

The familiar incense of candle wax, smouldering wicks and desperation forced the bile to rise in my throat. It had been a routine operation, on a common ailment, on a run-of-the-mill day, yet here I am with my extraordinary grief.

I knelt alone, swallowed by these hallowed halls, my unanswered prayers echoing off the alcoves of the faithful. I prayed for her tiny soul, I searched for understanding, I cursed the gods yet lit one more candle.

“What good are a thousand deities when they can only comfort us in the abstract?”

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I’m feeling real grief over the inauguration but this is just fiction. It’s incredibly difficult to keep faith with your ideals and convictions in the face of grief. I think that’s what I’m trying to express today. I’m hoping that we as individuals will find our faith in America again and that we will be able to find a way back to a united state. Now hold your candle high and be counted.