Monday, March 16, 2009

Toga

Monday, March 16, 2009

With a suppressed sigh and the slightest hint of poignancy, I looked intently at a friend’s picture. She’s wearing a toga, the kind members of the choir wear in church. I used to wear the same thing – its folds all pressed to perfection and pristine in its whiteness. An unexpected stab of regret pierced through me as I realized that, sadly, I’ll never wear that garment again. Since I left the fold, singing church hymns, which used to be a source of infinite gladness, is now reduced to a dim memory, an irretrievable fragment of the past. What remains is a sweet sadness for all that was lost and, in return, for everything I have gained.

7 comments:

jacqueline said...

no plans of going back to church? ever? :)

Angeli said...

none. ever. :)

Amelia said...

you were an active church choir before...it's sad that you're no longer there.

Anonymous said...

will you sing in my church? you only have to learn one song - ninety nine bottles of beer. :)

Angeli said...

i know that song! singha, smb or heineken? :D

agnes said...

so do you still sing?

by the way, there is something about the way you write... it's very captivating. i can't put a finger on it...

Angeli said...

hi amelia. it's sad but it's for the best.

hello agnes. i still sing to and for myself but never in church.

my boyfriend agrees with you about the captivating thing but he, too, cannot identify what makes it captivating. anyway, thank you very much. i truly appreciate it. :)

 
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