With silence in steps I trickle my way
And stand in the half-light of altars and pews,
Puzzled in the majesty of panels and vaults.
Stirred to my veins, I gaze on those walls
And struggle to now gauge with unblinking eyes
And dazzle our empirical eyes.
I tremble and fold my unbelieving knees
And leave with whispers of prayers in the air
To fields of unclouded sunshine and green.