My Church Poem by Alfred Ramos

My church has no steeple
Just as my family have no people
A hunger denied since birth
Does silence have its worth?

My church has only bars
Loneliness hides in shadows of scars
I took the road less traveled
Found knots not easily unraveled

My church is full of strangers
A conduit askew of dangers
No one has your back
Be it physical or verbal attack

My church has no light
Darkness patiently waits to ignite
Penance has no path
Time kills, do the math

My church is built on survival
Can’t wait for supreme arrival
Air has only so much space
And me, I have to find my place
Amen