Privately Holy

I face my congregation,
the empty pews in
my moving chapel.
Noiselessly singing these
somewhat secular songs.
The hymns of My heart
written in unvisited countries,
worshiping the best way I know how:
offering every raw emotion
tipping more then a tithe into the bowl.
Growing closer to a God
I’m not sure exists
but love all the same
thankful for so much beauty.