we live in a church (remix)
somewhere there is a place
made of glass
shards like puzzle pieces
fitted perfectly together
a place where the light
is golden and diffused
through so many panes
we thought were shattered dreams
broken lives
sorry stories
-of the people who blame God
for the darkness of man
yet this then would be the place
where it all comes together
and makes sense
doesn’t prick your finger
it exists somewhere after forever
and began before you were
cracked and come apart
i will walk there, then
(are you coming with me?)
with no clear direction, but instinct
intuition
may I not cut my feet
(our feet?)
on illusions and trappings
not cease to trust
lose faith that there is that place
where everything begins to slide together
and become a whole
diffused light, yes
and perfect clarity
(and it pains me to think
of that simple sheet of glass)
