A monologue from under a pew..

Here..
Right here is where I cut my teeth on reality..
Not reality like on TV or in a movie or a book..
But real life reality..
Reality with all of it inconsistencies and unpleasant smells..
Reality and it's ultimately naive plot..

Over there..
Right over there on those stairs is where I put a child's faith into action..
Faith like that of a silo full of mustard seeds..
A faith that drown carpet with agitated tears and slimy nasal drainage..
But a faith that receded like the tide back into fear and doubt on warm summer nights..
Over there I looked for the face of divinity..

Back there..
Back there is the door that challenged my reason..
My reason to find what I was told needed to be found..
That door that I walked through and kept on walking..
Where I burned my ships and damned my innocent comprehension..
Back there is where I took my first step as a man..

Still my thoughts are here..
Right here where I cut my teeth on reality..
Not reality like on TV or in a movie or a book..
But real life reality..
Reality with all of it inconsistencies and unpleasant smells..
Reality and it's ultimately naive plot..