I heard bells chime in the city center.
A voice said, “Go to my sanctuary.”
The crowd left; I followed.
I sat in the back, on an old wooden pew.
Those in white robes proceeded down the aisle.
A voice said, “Stand and sing.”
The choir rose.
Many in the crowd closed their eyes.
A voice said, “Clasp your hands.”
The child next to me knelt to pray.
A man of the cloth approached the podium.
A voice said, “Open your heart.”
The woman in front of me took notes.
Acolytes lit candles; the crowd moved in rows.
A voice said, “Abide and be at peace.”
I crossed my arms.
Those in white robes reversed their procession.
A voice said, “Follow me.”
The crowd turned with the Holy Word.
We left the sacred place.
A voice said, “Talk to me.”
I cried out, “When will you speak to me, Lord?”
He said, “Do you not know? Have you not heard?”