There are stained glass windows illuminated by winter memories purged

The dust dancing on sun colored air

Holy transcripts deciphered for wandering souls

Prayers lifting starward on the lips of a restless night

Ink dragged across paper from words scrawled in blank spaces

Light flickering beyond eyes squeezed shut calling to anyone who can hear

Preoccupied thoughts brushing communion cup rims

Perfect love not always reciprocated

Faith faltering in the tides of troubled waters

Seasons of lostness drowning in the shadows

Realizing I had closed the curtains on the light

Have mercy on me

My heart would be wounded when being forsaken

You offer more than forgiveness

I have been granted a purpose and a hope to carry all my days

The lord our god even still listens when I pray