Silence.

Pride Ed

I found God in
an abandoned house. Rays
slicing through old dust 
like a knife. The same 
window where she prayed 
for impossible things. 

 Her  cries as sharp as that light. 
It shines through her unhappy memory, 
and I stir up her shrieks for 
peace and forgiveness in 
the creaks and cracks of the 
floorboards as I walk 
behind her frail vision. 

Only when I stop I find 
what we wanted Him 
to be and I never dare step foot
elsewhere, for I've just 
found serenity here among 
the forgotten, solace in the silence, 
and the ultimate salvation of being alone
with my thoughts.