The girl at the cathedral

 

I once saw a girl light a candle at a cathedral.

She whispered, "I don't believe anymore, but I still hope."

And I swear, that was the most honest form of faith I've ever seen.

She wasn't waiting for heaven; she was building it out of broken dreams and dim future. 

The priest told her that pain has a reason. That it makes her stronger.

That God's timing is the best, even though the wall clock at the church doesn't work.

She said nothing, just stared at the flame like it owed her resurrection.

And when it burned low, she whispered, “If He’s listening, then He’s late.”

© amimoh