Church

Here I am. My house of worship. No icons, no idols. No clergymen, no hymns. No stained glass, no pointed arches. Soft fabric couches. The blue glow of the television. Warm laughter. Embraces that give me hope, give me strength. Here, my prayers are answered. Here, I am heard. Here, I am known. My beliefs upheld. My safety ensured. Protected from a dark, afar. A small and true congregation of only a few familiar faces. The most familiar. The most free. Be not afraid, in this house. Be myself. Know myself. As I know god, and his name is love.