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 doesnâ€™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.