I remember I go to church and pray in front
of all the vast appearance of idols,
listening to sermons of these individuals
that I used to call "father"?
surrounded with a crowd claiming all
their undaunted faith and dedication to Him
whom they know but I don't really know?
I used to do what they do, offering flowers
and sacrifices to those huge statues
with endless prayers repeating those rhyming words
and yet, I still feel I haven't awaken
from an awful fidelity of slumber.
chasing through an endless dawn, still far away from Him
how my heart motioned towards God was
unbelievably a countless joy
He called me His beloved and it led the way
for me to find the truth and peace
in His presence
indeed, this relationship is the only anticipated
blossom from my midnight
weariness...
By: Maya Guzman Santos
