A blow is delivered with
Closed fists
To my temple –
Where I so often came to worship.

Stained glass has been coloring my vision
For too long.
The pure light stings and I must
Close my eyes.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
Hollow is your name.
Kingdom come
And I am done,
On Earth as well as Heaven.

Your house is forever standing with
The steeple reaching out
To grasp at nothing
But raindrops and clouds.