Prayers In the Dark
In the pews, only the mutter of silence
Escaped out into the streets and town.
And slowly floats away into the distance.
Choosing to bear the ill tidings of disillusion.
Saints wear a mask to cover their frown.
The promises sermons made were recalled.
In them are the seeds of righteousness sown.
Eternity found after all the breath has faded.
In church pews, they are not allowed to sing.
Only pierce each breath with icy cold prayer.
And have the apocalypse fast approaching.
With the power to overcome the darkest hour.
Earthy realms enter inevitable capitulation.
In water graves unprepared to capsize.
Lost all the desires and all the recognition.
And the things we might desperately miss.
They leave a shadow stain with a colder sting.
And made prayers in the dark give comfort.
Looking back on memories to last spring
We dream now of what the season brought.
That global pandemic changed everything.
Filled the air as the world enters lockdown.
With our minds still floating around the rim
Our hopes and dreams came tumbling down.
Copyright © Gerald Legister | Year Posted 2020
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