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| Dulce Panebra |
Faith
It was a sunny Sunday morning, halfway
through the service, when she left her religion
in the church. How ironic to abandon her
faith in the very place she learned it. But
this day, she rose from a squeaky pew,
softly closed her hymnal and placed it in its
rack. She left her religion like one would
leave an empty coffee cup on a restaurant
table. The stained glass, candles, incense,
and smells of old wood were no longer
enough. The priest produced lukewarm
sermons that talked more about the Bible
than people in real life. The liturgy was
stilted and repetitive, and the prayers were
all the same. But the church will go on
without her, giving comfort to those who
don’t need more. Outside, the day is unscripted,
no need to kneel, stand on cue, or answer in
preplanned phrases out of a book. She’s not
angry. She doesn’t storm out of the sanctuary
renouncing God. She leaves quietly, soundless
as the doubt that once crept in. She doesn’t
even say goodbye to God, the priest, or the
congregants, because she might come back
some day. And as the door clicks shut behind
her, she steps outside and sees the beautiful day that has been waiting for her all along.
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