the wind rattles this church,
and so we stay,
hands entwined like a prayer
to the god of getting by.
blessed are you
among all else
for this hallowed calm -
at once and everlasting.
we stay,
hands entwined like a prayer
to the deity of secret messages.
at the hour of my death,
i would know peace
for I have known you -
you, my hierophany.
we stay,
hands entwined like a prayer
to the god of never letting go.
and so
we stay.
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