We stood behind the Sanctuary, all holding palms, waiting for the music. There were mainly smaller children there, but a few were my size. A tiny boy named James and I were holding each other's hands, laughing, and jumping. I wish we could have a maypole dance, too, I thought, but people here don't celebrate May Day.
The music started and we all queued up, James and I standing at the front. I smiled at him before taking the first step. We paraded through the Sanctuary, singing and skipping and laughing and waving palms like flags.
you have a lovely way with words, dear.. this is beautiful.
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I like the images you've described here and palms make a good writing subject...one I've never thought of before.
Thank you! It was actually about the celebration for Palm Sunday at my church; when things like this happen, I unconsciously start to make it into a sort of story.
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