in your heart and mine

            Too lovely Sunday afternoon, though I barely go to church anymore, still, this remains to be one of my favorite places; especially in between masses, when fewer people are around. I feel at peace.

God lives within me. I know I don't need any mediator- be it this house of worship, a priest, a particular ritual or anything external to bring me to that which already lives in my heart, there's such a thing as direct access but, if this works for others then let them be. Whatever helps them connect.

 I think this place is effective mainly because despite differences, people come here with the same spirit; as an act of faith into something or someone that's invisible... inexplicable yet real and powerful. Regardless if it's out of tradition or not, one person believing that, can already work magic, all the more whenever two or more are gathered in my name.

It's nice outside today and the sky is so blue. I walk closer to that mesmerizing corner where you light candles and one by one, I made them glow. It is not the color, not the form nor the length of the candle that entices, not even the scent for that can't provide either light or warmth, but the flame- the same beautiful flame that's carried by them.

I stood there for a while. It makes me smile to think that each of us is a candle. That may sound odd. Well, I'm still smiling anyway.