i went to church today
and as it is customary
at dawn
a sacrifice so to say
for advent's sake
i join in the singing of
the hymns
i sit and stand and kneel
i recite my prayers
on paper
i look at the pulpit
and listen to the
priest saying the homily
i sit and stand and kneel
i look around the corners
i follow the lines of the pillars
i look at the center of this
church majestic in its
art and architecture
i look at the corners
and at the seats filled with
my own people
i was looking for the face
of God
his shadow even
is not there anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem