Sanctuary

It didn’t feel much like a church. There was a large carved dove design where the cross should be and no altar, just a small wooden lectern. On the other hand, there was no one here. She sat down on a metal chair in the second row. There was no place to kneel. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees.

What was she praying for, anyway? Direction? Peace? Money? Love? All she knew was that life had suddenly felt overwhelming. She put her head in her hands and closed her eyes.

Slowly the quiet seeped into her mind and her breathing slowed.

The door opened and she sat up.

“Can I help you?” the man said.

She stood up. “No, I’m fine now. Thank you.”

And she really was fine now, she realized as she stood outside in the sun a few minutes later, watching the traffic go by.

Copyright 2013 Loretta Miles Tollefson

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