I’m on my knees
everyone is
and they’re crying  
so I’m crying

I’m on my knees
listening
trying my hardest to hear
a voice

I’m on my knees
staring at the altar
turned to the tabernacle
our father
hail mary
glory be

nothing
but they’re crying
so they must hear something
and if they hear something then
then
shouldn’t I?

but for seventeen years I haven’t heard a voice
haven’t seen a vision of light
haven’t felt eternity
haven’t smelled blood and brimstone
or touched the wounds of an ancient god

so why should I feel anything now?

I stand up and leave

And finally
I smile