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.