Thursday, July 14, 2011

....In his name

Incense hung in the air as it moved from the central aisle of the old cathedral. Only the occasional click clack of a heel echoed against the cold stone walls. All eyes from the cracked oil paintings that adorned the side vestibule seemed to be focused on her.

Hers was a very private request...a request only known to her and her God. I moved to another part of the cavernous church...when I returned to grab my tripod...she was gone. My hope is that she connected and found her answer.

Dan


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