Tall, broad shoulders
Pushed back so he seems larger than the body he was born in.
Sweat on his forehead and his hands so firmly placed on each side of the pulpit.
Talking about a language only he can summon in you,
Using his holy hands to pull it out of your mouth.
Stay still.
My body is God's.
My mind is lost.
If I have nothing else,
Atleast I have faith.