Page 3 - February Winner 2017

handle on the heavy, solid oak, wood door.

He carefully sealed himself inside, entered the vaulted nave, and to his left, was
greeted by several soft flamed candles in rose colored, glass candleholders. The candles
flickered harmoniously, and synced to the trickle from a fountain into a porcelain
bowl-shaped baptismal font that was to his right. A deep sigh followed by a relieved
smile eased his emotions as he surrendered to the soothing comfort of the gentle run of
water. An aura of tranquility blanketed him as he walked towards the pews. The
welcoming, natural sunlight peeking through the multi-colored, stained glass windows
was all that illuminated the spacious, cast-iron arches that led to the sanctuary. He sat in
one of the pews, gave thanks, and basked in the subtle sensation of serenity as he
meditated on the vast contrast between the quiet inside and the loudness outside.

Shane could now hear footsteps nearing, in unison with his now steady
heartbeat. The pastor approached and knelt beside him.

“You have escaped the hustle and bustle from the world, yes?” the pastor
whispered.

“Yes,” Shane’s voice cracked, as he relayed his shortcomings and how his arrival
was inspired by children playing Tag, and the toll of the church bells.

A beaming smile wrinkled the pastor’s face, as he mentally recalled his playing
experiences. “I can certainly see how the church can be synonymous with a base from a
child’s game.”

“I guess I just needed a reminder I can come here to refresh my soul, if only for a
short while,” Shane uttered.

“Take all the time you need,” the pastor said as he pat Shane’s shoulder, and
went into the aisle. “My friend, this base will always be here for you,” he said warmly.

“I know. I just need a few more quiet moments before I head back out to
continue the game… of life.”

“Tag, you’re it,” the pastor sang with a broad smile, and bid Shane adieu.

Shane matched his grin and quietly exhaled; enjoying the blissful reassurance
that he had discovered his base.