Faith
In a chapel bathed in light, where shadows flee from holy might,
a man kneels with a weary heart, seeking strength to not fall apart.
Stained glass windows cast a glow, reflecting stories he’ll never know,
his faith a fragile, fleeting thing, in a world that’s lost its meaning.
He clutches tight a rosary, whispering prayers on bended knee,
eyes that search the vaulted dome, for answers that will never come.
Every word a desperate plea, seeking grace where none can be,
in the silence, doubts arise, questioning the divine skies.
A lifetime spent in holy fear, yet peace remains ever unclear,
promises of paradise, shadowed by a world’s demise.
In the pews where saints have trod, he wrestles with his faith in God,
a soul adrift in waves of doubt, crying for a way out.
The clergy speaks of heaven’s door, of peace and love forevermore,
but in his heart, a chasm grows, a void where darkness often flows.
Every sermon fuels his fears, promises that never clear,
in the church where hope should thrive, his faith struggles to survive.
Candles flicker, dim and cold, as he prays for a hand to hold,
but the silence answers back, filling him with endless lack.
In the chapel’s sacred air, he finds his faith worn thin and bare,
a soul that questions, doubts, and grieves, searching for what it believes.