Arms upraised, eyes closed, she soaks in the music, letting it sooth her soul.

She sings with all her breath. The stress leaves her; the rock-hard muscles in her shoulders loosen.

Her mind floats, her thoughts pause. Others sing next, behind, in front, but she doesn’t notice them.

She is singing to God.

She is enveloped in His presence, His love, His kindness.

I wrote this in my fiction writing class in response to the escape scene of Shawshank Redemption. I guess I took the moment when he lifts up his arms in victory and tied this to the way I feel during worship to God.

2 thoughts on “Arms Upraised”

  1. Too cool! I thought you were writing about me and wondered how you got in my head! God is so AWESOME!

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