The Prayer

Before I went home today, I decided to make a quick stop. I entered a dim facility, and walked straight before heading left. Pushing the door aside, I immediately soaked my fingers into the warm water which ended on my forehead in the shape of small cross.
I closed the door behind me, walked down the aisle, and knelt by one of the angel statuettes.

I started with my eyes swimming in warm, meaningful tears.

"Dear God,
Today, I passed by Your Holy home. I just felt weary, tired and hopeless. I do not know what is causing this-- maybe the weather, or the thought of not seeing my lifelong friends anymore, my current condition, or that nagging feeling for someone I admire.
I asked you, "should I be sad because I'm leaving everyone I have grown to love? or be happy that I am going to finally graduate?"

There was silence in my kneeling; tears which never ceased to flow the moment I have entered the temple.

I closed my eyes, and saw a light which was indescribably bright and felt my weight shift ever so slightly. Then I heard your silent reply.
"You should be happy that you've met them. You should be thankful that they have shared precious times with you. And should be grateful that you are going to graduate. Just keep a part of them for you to remember."

I kept my eyes closed, pulled a piece of cloth from my uniform and began wiping the plethora of tears which never stopped. My head was throbbing, my eyes already red and burning, and I my temperature was evidently rising.

I asked Him again. This time, my hand was across my chest, and my spirits down somewhere.
"Lord, I do not know what it is that is making me so weak, so heavy-spirited. But I know I have never stopped doing things right." I let myself exhale. By the time I inspired, I opened my eyes, and looked by His altar. The candle was burning low, and it seemed to have caught my gaze. Then, the light burned in the shape of what seemed like a heart. And then I knew what You were talking about.

Amen.