Adding to the Noise

It’s funny how you forget things until something like a smell or touch triggers them.

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We walked down the stairs after the game, the crowds roaring around us and also swarming back to their respective cars, feelings of euphoria radiating from their bodies. We however, did not go back to our car: we descended to the pitch, making our way through the beer cans and candy wrappers strewn about the stands to the turf below. There, gathered at the far side of the field was a group of people; it started out small but pairs and trios were approaching from all directions increasing the congregation in number.

We made our way to the far goal posts and as we approached, we were met with warm smiles. What was once the outside of the throng where we stood, soon grew to be the middle as more and more people joined the edges and added their revival to the collective. The music struck up and the emotion began to flow like water in a river; quick, effortless and entire.

Nothing But the Blood. Hosanna. The bridge of The Stand.

I stood beside him; face upturned to the sky, eyes closed. One arm was around him, the other was stretched to the sky.

He stood beside me; face tilted to the ground, eyes closed. One arm was around me, the other was stretched to the sky.

It was such a feeling of completeness and satisfaction that I was raw to acknowledge the emotions. This is where I wanted to be… with the one I loved and the God I served.