Waiting for sleep, as a child.
Warm and cozy, safe and sound.
Familiar paintings of the saints and Jesus.
Mysteries to ponder.
Illuminated by the dim, hall lamp.
The wonder of the aura.
Never fully revealed or explained.
A vivid memory brought to mind, from my childhood. Waiting for sleep, looking at the religious paintings just outside my bedroom door, in the hallway. Wondering what the golden light around their heads, really meant.
No adults had more than a vague answer for me, as I recall.
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