the same

the stained glass
let's the light pour in
with long
strands of indigo
and red as you kneel
on the cushioned pew.
there's an organ playing
as the altar boys in white
work
in doing what they need
to do.
candles burn.
Christ on the cross
hangs before you.
the confessional is full.
nothing
has changed much
since
you were five, or ten not
even you.