A God that is Yours
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always in prayer, always in pain,
frozen here,
waiting.
Haloed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
spearing my naked soul.
Realization dawning on an angel's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this oblivious salvation.
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