How long had she not been?
Had it been years? Where was she going with this?
The open door was a door she was ready
to walk through, but why at this site?
Why abandoned churches?
One step. Stop. Two. Her hand
went to her eyes. It wasn’t happening
if she did not look into the altar.
A toddler, the altar knew what she had done.
She had become alive. It wasn’t allowed.
That’s what the church said too:
It isn’t your decision. To become alive is a grace.
She would need saving from her own