Apostasy
The silence between heartbeats
is an abandoned cathedral of old.
As the heat from when hearts meet
Someday leaves me cold.
I sang praises, left offerings on altars
I declared the message for ages,
And swore to never be one who falters,
Stick to the Book; reread the pages.
I fasted for you, daily prayed,
Became your priest with my heart in the trade.
I abandoned all others, in you my life made.
Gave without thinking when you asked for blood paid.
I confessed all things in your box.
Laid myself bare before you
Whipping myself with thorns of what’s true.
And still. You took my tongue and changed the locks.
The silence between heartbeats,
It was once filled with you,
What was roaring with light and heat
You drank; out of me, all life you drew.
The silence between heartbeats
Is an abandoned cathedral of old.
And to enter a church again?
…I don’t think I can be so bold.
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