It is early morning Thursday. The church is packed for the Thursday Mass commemorating Jesus' Passover feast. I stand at the back. Slowly I slip away to the side wings, which have been erected to hold the spillover. The grass there is cool and damp under my feet. I can see a patch of sky. It is yet dark blue. A stained glass picture of the Madonna and Child shine from the lights in the church.
As I look up, between prayers, I see the sky turn a lighter blue. Day is breaking. The sky is now tinged with pink. A flock of small birds fly out from behind the church spire--black silhouettes against the rose-tinted sky. The Madonna shines serenely. All around me disappear. I am alone with my Maker.