Happy Easter

Another Easter Sunday arrives... I should feel different today, but I don't I should feel more grateful for the sacrifice, but I don't. I should be spiritually improving but yet I stagnate. Miraculous deeds from centuries ago always lose their luster, that is their fate. I still have bad thoughts and a black tongue just like any other day of the year. I'm afraid my soul is made of cement... eternity is woven from a lighter substance. Happy Easter.