old churches, new light

i wish i could attend another church, but i am involved in this one so much and really like it.

But, now that it's summer and some services are held at the old church, i have to sit and look at the altar where she and i spoke vows... and all i recall from that time is not being able to look away from her, her hair ringed with flowers, her simple yet amazingly striking dress falling to the floor, her face colored with smiles. And then sitting together for the remainder of the service, holding hands.

i had seen her many times over the previous two years, but never this new.