memoriallutheran

Then take me to the font. Float my hands in the pool. Let me feel weightless. Tell me to leave my burdens there. Then take me to the front doors and remind me how we throw them open. Take me to the creaky pews, pews that have held straighten spines and silent prayers of so many. Take me to church. Move me through the rituals. Tell me why it matters so that next time, when someone else's world falls apart, I will have the muscle memory to share.