We go to the pulpit
And whisper our prayers
The stillness holds us
Like a straight-jacket
She kisses me
On the side of my face
I am not sure
If I feel it
The world is both vast
And small
The sparrows are nesting
In the spire
Silent and noisy
They are a map
To salvation
I hope my wishes
Will make up for my
Lack of prayers
I check myself
All is silent and still
I hope I have done enough
To reach salvation
An end
And a beginning
We do not listen
To the man in the pulpit
We have our own prayers
Longings and dreams
We hold hands in the darkness
Scared and hopeful
What will become of us
We know
But dare not whisper
Everything has an end
How we embrace it
Is how we begin.
