Two generations sit aligned,
In the home of the Eternal Father.
The people all pray for the cleansing of sins,
While I neglect to even bother.
I see the passion within their eyes,
As they steadily walk the line.
Cross thy arms or cup thy hands,
To receive the bread and wine.
Through the motions I pace myself,
For my faith has disappeared.
The prayers in-scripted inside my mind,
Revive memories I immensely fear.

It is not just I,
Who's connection will never restore.
But applies to the woman who gave me life,
Our beings have transformed.
“The Lord” no longer shepherd's us,
Beyond our wants and fears.
So when it comes time to bow our heads,
In deep cognition we will appear.

03/14/10