Warm Church

I find you compelling

Amidst casuists and 

Clumsy emasculated actors

You can sit, supine in

Your silence,

And it enraptures me

Although I say it less

And it’s less a supplication

Than a visit under cover of darkness

A believer in a faith 

Visiting a warm, foreign church

And finding sanctuary within

You fill me with a joy

I struggle to contain

But I do so,

Harness it to my purpose

But you keep me informed

about myself

And see it 

splash its waters on

My face 

The salt stings

But I am sure

In my renewal