Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always despairing, always hopeful,
frozen here,
waiting.

Tortured forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my darkened soul.

Realization dawning on humanity’s face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this impassive salvation.