I wondered what to do,

missed church,

didn’t have any candy,

thought about the many times before.

I could feel sorry for myself

continue musings

of regret and sadness

pouring out my emotions.

I wandered into

my psyche

piecing together

reasons to celebrate.

In the spirit of

catholicism

I thought of my childhood

cathedral whine.

When I was a kid

when being an altar boy

was kind of cool,

I celebrated Easter.

Now I wonder

in silence

about the whole ordeal

or what is the deal.

There’s a truth to the

Holy Spirit,

we do live amongst

goodness.

We do celebrate

whether together

or alone.