Standing at the altar,
I find that I am weeping,
The sacred words and holy voice,
The glittering glamour blinding me.
The crowd around is blinded too.
In ecstasy they all believe the shining gems,
While I despair and wish I could
Believe like them.
The purple hue of splendid robes
Cries for the power all desire,
But I alone untouched, unmoved
Walk away from light and fire.
But in the silent darkness
I see – and find at last –
Not on the golden altar
But in a corner of my heart
The love I sought.
© jsmorgane (Aug 2010)