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Following my father through the Christian story
He stood, head tilted up, looking at the figure of Jesus condemned to death.
His lips moved but I heard no sound.
He closed his eyes.
I closed mine.
He stirred beside me and his arm brushed mine as he walked past.
I followed.
He stopped at the next station.
Head tilted, eyes closed, lips moving.
I followed.
Fourteen in all.
My first foray into the world of meditation.
Reflection.
The last station.
Jesus is placed in the tomb.
He stopped.
I stopped.
Head tilted, lips moving.
He closed his eyes.
I closed mine.
(first featured on Medium platform May 27, 2021)