Going to Church

Butter-colored walls,

like yellow cake with chocolate frosting;

so sweet and pure,

it made my stomach hurt.

 

Comfortably uncomfortable,

trying to see the sun

through stained-glass lenses.

 

And He raised me up on Eagle’s wings,

so high that I could no longer see.

 

My favorite part was the donuts and coffee.

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