A God that is Yours

Slender beams of accusation enterthis darkened church as I kneel,always silent, always alone,frozen here,waiting.Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom asdust dances in the air,forming an image in my mind,penetrating my darkened soul.Terror on a deathless face.I raise my head, now kneeling beforethis oblivious darkness.

Alone in Darkness

the night falls without a sound, lost are we.
the emotion for which you lust
flares once, then dies,
swallowed by guilt.
all hope must fail.

your heart beats no more.
how could you not understand?
lost souls surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.