I

ease

my

way

into

a

silent

pew

among

the

quiet

worshippers

the

church

lit

in

multicolored

angel

heads

their

little

glows

flickering

dimly

on

the

praying

faces

and

the

plaster

saints

standing

sentry

against

the

base

world

outside--

no

I

have

not

returned

to

the

religion

of

my

childhood

I

am

ever

aware

of

the

Lord's

presence

in

glory

and

in

shame

but

there

will

always

be

the

need

for

these

sanctuaries

in

the

deafening

cacophony

of

vanity

and

ravening

violent

stupidity

we

call

human

nature--

I

join

these

others

in

search

of

our

center--

the

Love

that

underlies

all

happenings--

eyes

closed

I

disappear

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