i Go to my Quiet Place of Worship

i go to my quiet place to worship
in the void of the night
when demons seek to consume me
and strangle me with their evil thoughts

i go to my quiet place to worship
in the disquieted and disjointed
places of myself,
i cry with the voice
of a child
“Lift me Father to Your Wonderous
Mansion.”

i go to my quiet place to worship
to ask for guidance and peace
i cannot reason or fathom
for my only child
when she’s taken glass
to her fragile skin
that breaks open without
mercy

i go to my quiet place to worship
whenever i miss You quite frankly
when i thirst for someone greater
than my mother or father,
when i ache for someone more
significant than my only daughter
when there is a burning loneliness
that only Your soul can satisfy

i go to my quiet place to worship
when the world has shattered into
many unresolvable pieces, and only
You can heal the grievous sins
of a misguided nation
i cry out to You to have Mercy
and Compassion
to plead not to destroy
a people with no regard
for Your Holiness

i go to my quiet place to worship
to take my place on the wall
and place the innermost places
of my soul in intimate prayer
to rest only in You
when there seems to be
no hope
with all the abortions, and gratuitous
cruelty to the innocents
when there seems to be not an ounce
of justice for the poorest
i lean on Your bosom with John
and stay

i go to my quiet place to worship

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