I look around at the benches, they are full
They ask you the same questions

Dear Father,
I haven't to talked
To you

I am looking outside
Myself
Never above or into myself

A kingdom where the robin sings
And the children play with the birds

I have one in my head
And one in my heart
I whisper a prayer for them

When I sit in front of Jesus
Who stares wistfully
I wonder if his kindness is blind