We bow our heads

In plain sight

Such heresy

That we lift up our prayers

We are the faithful

The Christ-filled

Yet still flawed

And lodged in human form

Angelic in a Heaven

Imagined by a mind

Impossibly obscure

To our own thoughts

We cannot divine

The Divine

And here divinity

Is a course

To be studied

A dissection

Of the boundless

Belief

So often judged

As lacking by others

Who hold hatred

For any path but their own

But still

We find open arms

Awaiting our prayers

Washing away our tears

As we find and lose

Redemption

Every moment

In a frailty

Only God can know ~ Caroline A. Slee