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.