i watch the faithful kneel,
  their eyes soft with trust,
  like they’ve found the answer
  to everything.
  i search for that peace.
a cross resting
  close to their chest,
  as if God lives right there,
  in the space beneath their ribs.

i wonder;
could i hold
a god in my heart
the way they do? —
strong, unshaken,
a savior,
to hold me,
when i forget how to stand.

i wonder if the light
they pray to
could ever find its way
    through the darkness
       of my sinful heart.
maybe one day.