Easter is kind of a weird day when you don’t know what you believe anymore.
Hope wrestles with bitter disappointment.
The old simplicity is long gone.
A soundtrack of
Candi Statton, U2 and Nirvana all turned up too loud. Washed down with Prosecco.
I’m not sure it’s a fitting tribute, but it’s all I have today.
Unfulfilled hope of miracles,
Are you the Only Way, to hell with those born into another Way?
A wedding feast for the whitewashed proponents of Family Values?
No thanks if that’s the good news after all. Sorry.