For 5 to 6 years I sat on the pew
My eyes open and unseeing
My heart beating but unknowing
My mind sharp but unbelieving
It wasn't a bright light that made it happen.
It wasn't the voice of God.
It wasn't a chorus of angels.
It was a little girl.
When I turned, and looked, after 6 years,
I opened my eyes, and saw
She was no longer a little girl, I saw
She was in pain, I felt her agony, her terror
And so, at first, I opened my mouth
And prayed. And yet I turned, and looked again,
And the answer to my prayers and the
Healer to her pain walked in, under
The cross on the door.
And so I opened my eyes, and saw.
I saw the people around me, the
Hundreds, the thousands, each one
An excerpt from their story. Each one,
Believing, without a doubt.
I saw their pain, and then their joy
As they lifted their eyes to the hills.
I saw their faith, their strength,
Their courage, to keep on moving, in
A world of atheists, a world of science and
Technology, where the thought of God
Is a laugh, reserved on