the aisle so long

sometimes the aisle seems so long
and you walk it
more from habit and hope
than faith,
past the icons and pews,
past the statuary and symbols
until suddenly,
in the least expected moment
you are face to face, breathless,
half afraid of the love that confronts you,
otherworldly and yet startlingly comfortable,
like discovering your best friend
has been walking with you
through the night so dark
you could not see him.

About this poem

Often it is not about “Is God there.” as much as it is “Can I see him?”

Been there. Likely you have too.

Tom