-A song of mine that is being composed by a friend.
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened church as I kneel,
always fearful, always hopeful,
Robed forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my darkened soul.
Pain on a child's face.
I raise my head, now defying
this uncaring salvation.