Sweetness

the smell of the seats reminds me of a hospital room, and the flowers adorning the walls are made of plastic.

the lights dangle on chains, each one a half-orb hanging in firmament.

a girl runs back and forth from the front to the back of the church, holding a hymn book. she will be playing before the start of the service, hopefully without too many conspicuous faults in the flow.

samson the nazarite fell to the treachery of delilah. later, a nazarene rides a white horse.

if the ways of the world weigh on you, it means you have not yet grown completely in christlikeness. what enemy lurks in the shadow? the foe is not to be seen or heard.