feeling broken and
utterly crushed.
I prayed that God should
make me whole,
take my sins
and cleanse my soul
I rose to my feet
and had a sense of grace
which confirmed my belief
that God knew me,
loved me,
and would always heal me.
We sang
"Breathe through the heats of our desire:
Thy coolness and Thy balm."
and I, along with the
entire congregation,
was washed away
on waves of
wishful thinking.
We had been sipping
at the cup of delusions,
and now were gulping
down the falsehoods,
lies and deceits fed us
by the priest.
Those wasted hours
I spent in church;
those hopeless hopes;
those silly dreams.
Our prayers, our hymns,
our psalms, our praise
all wrapped in longing
and desperate hopes,
rose into the air,
hit the church roof
silentlly exploded
and every syllable,
now jumbled up
rained back down
around our heads,
And in each head
a god grew bigger,
gorged again
on this manner
from heaven.
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