One foot placed hesitantly in front of the other
eyes forward, not looking to the right or to the left
She walks the path with uneasiness under scrutinizing eyes.
The tips of her fingers whisper silently over the polished wood
until she sinks into place among a myriad of strangers
not looking to the right or to left, she lowers herself.
Her eyes cast down upon the black book in her lap
and she breathes deeply, loving the sound of the pages
comforted by the whispers of the Friend within her.
Her eyes raise to meet a smile of welcome in the row ahead
She is not alone among strangers as she feared
She is surrounded by the love of relatives she hasn’t known yet.