Literature
Reckless Abandoned
I've been on my knees at your altar,
trying to twist my teeth to speak your tongues.
I was baptized in your holy water,
trying to feel your fire ignite in my lungs.
I've read every red letter, and between every line,
and every promise you made.
But I've never heard your voice,
and I've never seen your face.
Prayers screamed to cynical sanctuary ceilings
have echoed through empty aisles
and faded to unanswered silence.
So answer me,
Eloi eloi lama sabacthani?
Father, I am not your son,
why have you forsaken me?