I went to the Church and entered confession. “Father, forgive me for I have sinned”

And silence was given back to me. The door to a small window slid to the side and I could suddenly feel a presence.

A voice spoke and asked me, “Can we be saved?”

And I thought of course, but stopped myself before I could speak. “Perhaps not,” I finally answered.

A voice spoke back to me, “People often seek answers here.” It continued. “Because they cannot bear the answer that is within themselves.”

I was confused. “What do you mean, Father?”



I could feel a weight; a heaviness in the air.

“Can we be saved?” A voice asked, softly in the darkness. “Can I be saved?”

I looked up and fear gripped me so hard, I could barely breathe. Through the grate I could see two eyes staring down at me, so close, that I could see that they were green. They did not waver or blink, but stared with absolute intensity.

Under the scrutiny of that gaze, I finally found my courage. I left the confessional in a hurry, nearly running for the doors. I stopped when the fresh air of the outside world greeted me.

Thinking back to that moment, I can’t recall why I felt so urgently, the need to run away from that gaze…but, without a doubt, I don’t ever remember the Father having such green eyes.