Today was like no other day, the clouds grey heavy with rain, a darkness creeps. Restless he waits bible clenched tightly in his right hand rosary beads in his left. Few times his done this practice his face tells a story.

A gentleman he is, a well mannered, middle aged quiet lad doing his part for the community. He chooses to keep to himself, rarely venturing out to face the tribulations of the outside world. He never wonders what it has in store for him, as his world is here all around him within the cathedral walls. All he could ever need is here before him, in his peaceful, comforting, spiritual palace. He hides away from the others in his place of peace, within the sanctity and the safe confinements of his cathedral. All that keeps him company is his loyal companion sheep dog “bones” and the field mice who’ve also made the cathedral home, only coming out to scavenge food in the dark of night.
No loud apparent noises can be heard within the surroundings, just the yells and profanities which come from the room next door. He doesn’t like this, not at all. So used to the silent whisper of the wind blowing past and the sounds of the sheep in the near paddock back home. This is how he likes it, silence, a gentle calm.
Slowly, he proceeds to turn the door handle and enter the half lit room. “F#*k you you c@#k sucking priest”, in the shadows a body springs to life sitting up in the bed, the voice of a disturbed little girl, savaged with rage. With caution he approaches the bed, suddenly he stops, he stares. So much dismay and anguish could be seen in his eyes as he looks at this innocent child. He is so nervous he starts to perspire, palms moist, sweat treacles from his forehead. All in an instance he starts to think of his place of happiness.
Days he has to himself he spends in his workshop. With his gift of a steady hand and creative mind, he takes his interests in crafting small sculptures from clay but drawing is his speciality with his focus on the array of images on life itself, images foreseen throughout his country side surroundings. Images which bring happiness and fulfilment to his solitary life. He enjoys and is fascinated with these elements of “life”. What he sees, what he smells and what he can touch plays a considering factor in the outcome of the drawing. The colours and contrast of the piece tell a story, as so much time, so much effort and so much thought is put into these real life works of art.
Within this room he likes to spend his days when he is not at the cathedral. “The Room of Life” he calls it. Always keeping a positive outlook on life and always looking towards helping others in need. Never he looks back on the past always looking towards the future.
She gives a deadly stare straight into his eyes and with a grin she says. “You stupid f#*k, you think you can release my dark demon within me, the one which brings me life?” She snickers and spits in his direction. “Yes” he replies. “The light is bright and will guide a path”, without warning he showers her with holy water and yells “I cast you out Satan!”.....