by say

Three things just happened very suddenly.

First, I fell in love. Second, I felt profoundly the grief of another person. Third, I stepped inside a church.

I have not been inside a church in quite some time. It is actually probably not proper to call this building a church, as it is more of a cathedral, a temple of some structural magnificence [that is a severe understatement.] I don’t actually know the proper nomenclature of religious buildings, but suffice to say I was in awe. It was completely dark, and then, as my friend [who had enthusiastically persuaded me to step inside, for which I am very grateful] and I stepped softly up towards the altar, the lights grew, swirling from nowhere to reveal the high, glowing dome and the intricacies of the ornamental structure. It has always amazed me that such importance is placed on something so utterly intangible. It is like humans innately understand that the body is merely vessel, as that dome might easily have heard a thousand hushed hopes in the past few days. As I turned to go, I wished achingly that I could feel consoled by this silent place of worship.

I have been looking for a sanctuary for quite some time.