I sit in the back,
Not because I want to flee,
But because I'm less visible
When I don't stand up
To take communion.
To be honest,
I sit in awe the entire time.
The traditions and the beauty
Of the service wash over me
Each visit without fail.
Still there remains
The feeling that I don't belong,
Not here,
In this sacred ancient space.
I stay on the edges,
Looking in.
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