Stain Glass Mass

We think we are baptized and renewed,
Yet our perception is so skewed,
We think we know all the answers,
But really we just find new cancers,
Many search for the truth,
But even the wise are spiritual youth,
We have this idea of rigid rhythm,
So much so that we got lost in this futile schism,
Our so-called differences have set our brothers apart,
We have lost touch with our mind; with our heart,
Saying we are walking the righteous path,
Lost in our delusions of this ethereal math,
We see what we want to see,
Never really seeing the full fee,
We have no idea what we really believe,
So we cling to false hope and grieve,
We can’t see past ourselves,
Can’t see where the kingdom of heaven dwells,
We muddle through this life,
Until we fall under someone’s knife,
We settle with complacency and murky sages,
When really the equations are so simple on destiny’s pages,
So we look; we search,
We then lock ourselves in this denominational church,
Where love is chained and oppressed,
Where our restless hearts never truly rest,
Where the wise men tell us exactly who they think Yahweh was,
Yet all we hear is this babbling buzz,
Then they argue with one another,
And the foundations they built are torn asunder,
Disillusionment seeps through the once revelatory walls,
Everybody tries to see where their going while ignoring the others’ calls,
And they have to find their way alone,
Because all their friends and support are now blown,
And we doubt our faith,
The angels now just seem like faint wraiths,
If the wise can’t even see your love,
Then how can serenity fill this troubled dove?