Before sleep

 They turned themselves back to the other children
sitting in the bible circle
tracing christ with their minds
creating a new interpretation

One the pastor will come and shape
So they go to the window once again to ponder God
the dim January light seeks them out among shadow
Just to rejoin the circle once again to share their divine

Epiphany in their hands sweaty hands
cheery expressions
utopian moss
hearts fill with tangible heavy love

What a world to dillute all of that
For pull the curtains they must
gratitude their only shield
as every form of ghoul perch inside the night

Blow out the candles
dream of the lord and his true glory
in the chaotic world blurring every line
existing through acid trip mayhem

where the information lacks
eucumenical excuses flood
hands in prayer
hands in the circle

Above it all the emboldened crucifix
a world afraid of it's shadow
fairytale sure
blow out the candles