Losing Faith

Slender beams of accusation enter

this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always a slave, always silent,
frozen here,
waiting.

Haloed forms wrought in panes of glass loom
as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my shamed soul.

Tears on an angel's face.

I raise my head, now kneeling before
this oblivious reality.