I prayed, once, without asking for anything. (And still I was answered with silence.) The church was empty. (But the pews remembered names.) I touched the stone. (It was colder than God.) They said faith was a light. (I saw only the shadow it cast.) I believed in love. (It betrayed me like scripture rewritten.) I believed in nothing. (It held me more faithfully than belief.) I stood at the altar. (And found the floor beneath it hollow.) If there is a heaven, (Then it is made of questions.) If there is a hell, (It is waiting for proof.) I prayed, again, without hope. (This time, silence was enough.) If there is a heaven, (Then it is made of questions.) If there is a hell, (It is waiting for proof.) If there is a heaven, (Then it is made of questions.) If there is a hell, (It is waiting for proof.)
