Perspiration...
The wooden cross I had been holding on to during the weekly Via Crucis is a profound and tangible connection to my Faith, whereupon embracing it I am able to internalize with myself and my Creator.
As droplets of sweat trickle down the side of my face, I would feel the strong urge to wipe it dry. But I couldn't do so for my hands are both tied, I just let it fall.
The prayers would turn to a murmur. The moments of silence an agonizing wait. My knees would start to buckle, but I try to keep my firm stance. I am never used to kneeling. I surmised it is actually quite a pain.
A few droplets of stinging perspiration would find its way to my eyes. The physical torment hounds me more and more after each station. But who am I to complain...
I am holding a cornerstone of my being....
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