the choir of questions

I would not know the passing of deep things

As I sat in the pew with remorse

And the choir sang my heart in high tones,

I realized I was not at all

Real

Questions, beautiful questions

As daggers to my conscience

And flashlights to my too-long closed eyes

I squint….

Where have I been and who am I now

You with great stance on stage, a voice of

Soothe and solace move

The core and shift my mind…

A tremble beneath the wonder

And display of it all

I am quickened

To know me

Horrified to my findings;

I have lost passion

I have lost love in its brightest light

I have lost when I thought myself to win

And this is not winning at all

So sing into me the chorus

Of meaning!

Let me be a song

God loves to sing!

How long will this Epiphany visit?  I worry.

And do I care; can I care

enough to live

What this moment

asks of me…?