The Cathedral

No matter how small you feel, you are heard...

I push the door. The old hinges creak as the heavy door sways open. 

The church is vacant, and the sound of my footsteps echo throughout even the choir loft. The towering ceilings make me feel as insignificant as a mite. I am but one. I am alone. This emptiness is overwhelming. 

My quietest whisper is made audible to every corner of the building. Although my prayer is but mine alone, God can hear it. He can and does hear me as well as He would hear an army, crying out in unison, "save us, save us!" But even so. I am alone. "Save her, save her" I whisper.  

Reviews

[Carol Cashes]

This is what I call a little "slice of life" piece, and they are one of my favorite kinds of writing. My formula: compact, concise and complete.

To "solve" the formula, there are no names, few descriptions but what gives the piece its flavor, and nothing else is needed or necessary.

Mission Accomplished.

[Elliot B.]

Thank you! I appreciate your review!

[Jagriti]

It was amazing. The emotions were palpable. One can really feel connected.

[Elliot B.]

Thank you so much!

[AcasualPawn]

Nice twist...until last sentence... Nice workelliot b

[Elliot B.]

Thank you for reading! I'm a little confused by what you mean. Could you elaborate?