I was the first in my line because I was the shortest boy.

Across the aisle, Claudia was at the head of a long line 
of girls in white, veiled & serene, palms pressed in prayer.

Two by two, we received the Body of Christ & returned to the pews, solemn, sacramental. Later, a man leaned over me, his hand on my shoulder. He whispered, 
"Now you're one with God."  I thought I already was.



This one is another cherita.