Dead Ends Echo

i wonder if my body is still a temple

if there is no one here to worship it.

the silence echoes off chapel walls because

there are no hallelujahs where there are no believers.

empty pews still scream -—do i mean sing? —

hymns of heaven and hell in my ringing ears.

i don't know

if i believe in a hell after everything ive heard

but i know

theres nowhere else to go.

i bury myself in a bible of knowledge,

seeking comfort in pages that nobody else reads.

you could wander the desert

for forty years

waiting for the clouds to rain holy water,

washing off

forty years of sin and still

not be strong enough to push the boulder

away from your body.

i dont know

which of us saved each other

but i know

it wont ever happen again.

my feet hurt from wondering

when you're coming home

i mean wandering

home to you.

i dont know

which direction im headed

but i know

theres no where else to go.