Here I...

Here I sit, nervously wringing my hands,
unsure why I'm here, and how I got here;
I've been through this thousands of times,
but this time I'm alone in this space.

Here I kneel, listening for you.
I hear nothing. I keep persisting.
Through the silence, I wait, always waiting.

Here I stand, ready to leave.
I gather Your word,
slide out to the aisle, then I hear it.

There I walk, toward the front.
The closer I get to the softer it becomes,
I reach the front only to hear silence in return.
Alone I walk, to the sound of my shoes on the carpet floor.