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To young to know?

To young to know?

When i was young i climb the hills to pray

A day like today i confess my sins

At dawn is station of the cross ...relived

Procession

Cracking of whips

Crying and morns

Loud speakers ...roseries....prayers...shouts

Candle lights in the dark from the bottom of the hill ...to the church...the top

Pain within the heart and self...Souls reliving....reviving....life..forgiving ....tears

When i was young....saints....kneeling....Saints....touching....asking in grace....in peace to self....

The Holy Thursdays....the Good Fridays...the Glorious Saturdays....midnight Mass...

The Mount Saint Benedict.....the Abbey.....my life .

Corpus ......Bow...Repentance...

Holy holy holy.....here us lord the sound of my prayer

When i was young.....

The Alter boy......with holes in his shoes....the Choir rehersal on saturdays

Come Sunday......Easter....and more.

Blessings..Angels..Peace...Soul....Love the greatest of them all

When i was young...

And Yours?

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Jimmy Arnold

Hey Lorries M.,

Oh how we do remember, when we were young.....Appreciate the trip, back down that lane and very well, was there (worth to be gained), from those, in from which it  was paved.....Enjoyed stopping by, Jim 

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Deborah Evans

Hi  Lorris  Lovely  to read your childhood memories 
of Easter 
Thank you for sharing 
Belated Easter blessings to you 
Best wishes Debs 

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