There had been a time when things were different, but that was a distant memory.There had been a time when things were different, but that was a distant memory. She sighed as she started her next series of supplications. As her fingers moved over the glass beads, her mind wandered, for the prayers themselves didn't take much concentration. She raised her eyes to the alter, where she had so many times seen the fatherly old man recite the ancient words, words that at times seemed so empty. She regretted those times, for she wanted more than anything to give herself over to God completely, to be rid wholly of her own will. It was a dream that she never thought would be realized. Farther up, hanging high above the sanctuary, was the reason she attended mass at this small chapel, rather than at one closer to her own neighborhood. |