Petulant priests, greedycenturions, and one millionincensed gestures standbetween your love and me.
Your agape sacrificeis reduced to colored glass,vapid penance, and thetedium of ritual.
Your footprints yetmark the crest ofbillowing seas butyour joyfades upon the tabletsof ordained prophets.
Visit us again,
Savior.
Your children, burdened withdisbelief, blinded by a patinaof wisdom,carom down this vale offear.
We cry for youalthough we have lostyour name.
