Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always alone, always lost,
frozen here,
waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
sparing not my exposed soul.
Terror on a child's face.
I raise my head, now defying
this oblivious Limbo.
