When I was at church,

everyone had their heads bowed..a low hum of prayer.

But then I heard a giggle. I heard her voice.

I looked around and no one else had heard it but me.

I lifted my head and looked up.

I saw Christ hanging on a cross, with images of saints on muli-colored painted glass behind him.

With wood walls that croaked. A place of emptiness.

And in that moment, I experienced a paradigm shift.

I realized that Im going back to my church. A place of no absolution.

I slowly stood up and while everyone had their heads bowed, she came up to me and held my hand.

I walked out with her and said...Amen.