Today's OneWord: Worship

Here is my house of worship, and here is my place at the pew. Here is the bowl of wafers and the chalice of very, very weak wine. It glistens golden in the light that glows from the stigmata in Christ's palms. Somehow, his fingers weave together as the splinters procreate among his knuckles.

I am praying for a safe haven in a haven that no longer feels safe. The priest is talking to the altar boys in the next room. He is sweating around his collar.

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