God Leaves After Birth

Slender beams of light enter this his darkened room as I kneel, always silent, always lost, sinking heart, frozen then an alter boy. Tortured forms wrought in staned colored panes of glass, dust dances in the air, as I once did. His open hand as I'm stretched out, an image forms in my mind of God, as a little child a boy. His eye's penetrating into my hidden secret place. His thinking is seen like a reflection on a lover's face. I raise my head, understanding now, defying the obvious to this his one last final stand. A penal legal interest was his fate that lay ahead.