inside these walls

for the first time in awhile it felt right. me on the cold pew, my husband close beside cupping my hand and a strange lady smiling at me from the other side. i sang, i listened, i learned, and i appreciated. warmth in a wierd sense, a spirit-sense, knitting me to these broken threads. together we wove an intricate pattern. bright, woolen quilt of dark patches and split seams. church.