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Sitting up straight in the wooden pew
I hold my head high gazing at marble statues 
with sunlight cast through stain glass windows 
while repeating the priest’s responses on cue.  

I sing the sacred hymns with all my heart 
because I was once told that 
“singing is like praying twice.”
In church strangers whisper to me 
I have “a voice like an angel”  
I am embarrassed but I cannot stop 
knowing all the verses so well.

People are wearing their “Sunday best” 
bowing their heads praying for 
the poor, the homeless, the shut-ins 
and remembering family and lost loved ones.

Nearby an old woman is clutching her rosary 
as I watch a little boy fidget sitting next to his parents. 
I glance up at the ceiling during the homily 
as my thoughts drift in and out about the past.    

Every year I light a white candle 
near the altar and kneel to pray.
I partake in this tradition  
every December holiday.
I become flooded with memories 
of family as I never know 
what the future will bring.

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