I still recall the altar’s glow,
The incense thick with whispered grace.
I swung the smoke in practiced flow,
A boy who knew his sacred place.
Some ties are silent, undefined,
Not marked by vows or chapel walls.
Yet still they weigh upon the mind,
A yearning wrapped in sacred calls.
I question God, yet hold Him near,
Though reason pulls me from that shore.
My heart believes through doubt and fear,
And aches for truths I can't ignore.
So let me speak what priests won’t bless,
That love, when real, still feels divine.
And maybe God, in quietness,
Still lights a candle next to mine.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
I still recall the altar’s glow,
The incense thick with whispered grace.
I swung the smoke in practiced flow,
A boy who knew his sacred place.
Some ties are silent, undefined,
Not marked by vows or chapel walls.
Yet still they weigh upon the mind,
A yearning wrapped in sacred calls.
I question God, yet hold Him near,
Though reason pulls me from that shore.
My heart believes through doubt and fear,
And aches for truths I can't ignore.
So let me speak what priests won’t bless,
That love, when real, still feels divine.
And maybe God, in quietness,
Still lights a candle next to mine.
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