A time to go, perhaps?

A thousand hallelujahs

I've sung to no avail,

ten thousand psalms

and spiritual songs

again and again

and again.

A regimen of reading,

chapter, book

and verse,

Oh God I tried,

the disciplines

but they never seemed to work.

shallowness and emptiness

no match for my unrest

for prayerful persistence,

inconsistent at our best.

Sensible and serious

chaos and charisma,

I looked for authenticity

the answer? Not at all.

is it worth the curiosity

do I pause for one last glance,

that the party dancing on the stage

perhaps there's still a chance

that they may see my fallen form,

but too busy in all their glee,

they are caught in heaven's thrill

I guess it must be me.

Goodbye,

I'm leaving now

goodbye.