Dozing long agos, eyes aching from reading books,
Is youth recalled, those days at church; old stone nooks
And alcoves where statuary stood. The stained glass
Beamed biblical lore and saints high above. Some holy mass
Intrinsic to faith, how generations will pass
Through death and infinite unknowns, dark and vast
Spectrals. Such thoughts did quite rile my heart and mind,
Though I really always do believe there peace to find.
Choirs' faint reveries as I would sing along,
Harmonizing with all those voices' echoes strong,
I'd feel my faith for God's infinity of being-
Yes, our hearts and minds have promises of seeing
Some temporal dimension, sentience so true.
Perhaps in our dreams, certainly in prayers too.
I'll sleep now. Suffice there is a Divinity
Attached to us to quell self-pity.
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