Know me

Hiding behind our faces,

with deep empty space between us.

The silence between two people,

while the praise chorus echoes in the background.

The chasm between deepens, a gulf between our lives,

it takes but a single word to bridge.

“Know me, know me…” my heart cries.

The pastor drone on with words,

words that does not touch nor heal.

The balm is for someone to know us as we are known,

and yet the facade of religiosity fails.

And there I am praying,

for something that never was to come into being.

“Know us, know us…” continues the cries of the people.

Ollie

March 2007