Sanctified...

Let's go back to church. Let's go back. Anywhere, somewhere. A place to find solace, comfort. Wherever your place might be. Find it, treasure it..I want to see the sisters swinging as they sing. I want to see the joy. It is contagious. Lately been feeling something spiritual is missing, don't know what, it is just missing. Been so damn long that I have felt this way, that I am rather surprised by what I am feeling. I want to be ready for that train. Kenny took his ride and I saw it in his face, he was ready. When the last breathe left his body, I saw it in his eyes, even though they were already "dead". He knew where he was headed I now know, and he was okay with it. The last year before he died he had gotten immensely spiritual. He used to tell me to get myself right because he wouldn't be able to protect me when that day would come. So that is another goal, I think my most important one. The soul needs to be nurtured and cared for. It is thirsty. Time for me to drink up. Cheers my mates...