Water

Sunlight trickles through stained glass windows. She kneels, a little apart from her fellows who also seek salvation in water. Her gray hair slips from her circumspect braid, and her Sunday-best thrift-store garb stands out because it doesn't. Shaking fingers tap the rail Nervous feet twitch as she waits. The water flows down the line of supplicants till it reaches her, and instantly,she is transformed, beautiful from scraggly braid to thrift-store shoes. Can mere water cause this transformation? Is this a message for me--- Another arrow into the heart of my agnosticism? I don't know, but for now, there is sunlight trickling through stained glass windows.