Sunday, October 10, 2010

lxxxvii

“Come out Virginia, don't let me wait.
You Catholic girls start much too late.
Aw but sooner or later it comes down to fate.
I might as well be the one…”
-William Joel/Puck from “Glee”

            My old church hasn’t changed. The old ladies, constantly wrinkling and breathing through their mouths with heavy gasps, are still there in the first pews, anxiously fixing their white, lace veils. The stained glass windows, carefully moved from the old hull of a chapel, now forever line the connecting passages to the altar, saints quietly coalescing with the parishioners shuffling back and forth.

            And I’m standing here, kneeling here, sitting here, kneeling here again, unchanged only here, in the watchful eye of the petrified church ladies and the LORD.

1 comment:

  1. This stuff is really deep. You are such a good writer.

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