In Reprimand

Standing very still
A grim smile,
Eyes appraising
Hands clasped in backwards prayer.
The dimming lights
As one is brought to kneel
Without thought to pray
Or at least not pray to God
Or any god but the one standing
Before eyes upreaching
To a figure shrouded in the halo
Of a compact florescent bulb.
Again a stern smile,
The day is getting longer
Each moment in this place
Stretching out to eternity.
The air rent by the silence
Of that close mouthed flash of teeth
Reflecting God and godlessness
Forgiveness and damnation
In one mundane package
Made utterly divine by circumstance.
A footstep closer,
Hands falling to either side
And I'll give you anything,
Just say something
Do something
Let it be done.