A Weekend’s Worship
It took place in a temple, or a church, or as near I
have to one. Aisles upon aisles of moving art, I
brought her with me to share with her me. I had a
list in my pocket and a smile upon my face. A smile
that would grow and grow throughout the day. There
was a hand in mine that was hers. There was a song on
the PA system that was bad, but one can not expect
perfection, even in a church. We walked down aisles
and looked at all the shelves had to offer. I picked
out those I loved, and those I had been told would
capture my love. There were times, I must be honest,
that I lost myself in the selection. The times when
my grip on her hand loosened, and my mind wandered. A
kiss would bring me back and my grip would tighten. I
shared with her my passion, and in doing so I let her
in. It ceased being mine, and became ours. We got
nearly 10 or so works. We would view them all
together. Together we would experiance the passion.
The love. The fear. The hate. The Sorrow. The Joy.
We would see every facit of the rainbow that is
emotion. We would feel every feeling. Smile every
smile and cry every tear.
The first we watched was a film that was backwards.
We began from the end, and worked our way to a
begining. Maybe it was a symbol for a new chapter.
Maybe it was just a silly coincidence. She was glued
to the screen, and I to her. I smiled every smile. I
cried every tear. It became more, much more than I
could have ever imagined. And the temple became more.
And the Art became more. And we became more.
Sitting on a couch like millions have done. Arms
around eachother and eyes on the screen. The beauty
was profound, the love a cloud. And it lifted us away
to that which I had only dreamed of experiancing in my
church. In my temple. In the clouds of heaven we
floated, viewing art. Creating Art. Creating Life,
Love, Happiness. Together.
