naked

beyond the door lies
misty dreams waiting
deeply within the loneliness

holiness hides in shame
the church is not God
Holy is not shamed

His tender voice
still whispers to me
blowing softly in the leaves

His fingers still caress
the child's check hidden
behind the the woman's face

The Holy Fire dances
when I admit to no one, everyone
alone is not lonely

But truly, I believe in
the nakedness of alone
we are all a little lonely