Starry-Eyed

We were in L.A. on Good Friday. . .

Stars abounded. . .

Fame strode everywhere. . .

From the city streets to the Getty Museum. . . 

The city boasted. . .

Though we crossed through one humble and genuine alley. . .

Lights flashed around every turn. . .

But the real light, the real star shining? 

This was the day darkness, fake light and fame, tried to smother Him. It couldn't see that the Son will always rise. Blessings~ Megan