i watch the faithful kneel,
their eyes soft with trust,
like they’ve found the answer
to everything.
i search for that peace.
a cross resting
close to their chest,
as if God lives right there,
in the space beneath their ribs.
i wonder;
could i hold
a god in my heart
the way they do? —
strong, unshaken,
a savior,
to hold me,
when i forget how to stand.
i wonder if the light
they pray to
could ever find its way
through the darkness
of my sinful heart.
maybe one day.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
i watch the faithful kneel,
their eyes soft with trust,
like they’ve found the answer
to everything.
i search for that peace.
a cross resting
close to their chest,
as if God lives right there,
in the space beneath their ribs.
i wonder;
could i hold
a god in my heart
the way they do? —
strong, unshaken,
a savior,
to hold me,
when i forget how to stand.
i wonder if the light
they pray to
could ever find its way
through the darkness
of my sinful heart.
maybe one day.