• Losing Faith

    Slender beams of radiance enter
    this darkened church as I kneel,
    always despairing, always fearful,
    frozen here,
    waiting.

    Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
    dust dances in the air,
    forming an image in my mind,
    searing my shamed soul.

    Blood on my face.

    I raise my head, now crying out for
    this impassive salvation.