dark cinematic spotlight

Suddenly the chalice runs dry—last drop gone.Dozens kneel, still waiting their turn.You aide raise empty hands, confess...

From the altar, you lift the chalice,It brims with temple grown holy beer.You sprinkle each penitent with...

“Father, I ate six Pop-Tarts before dawn.”One swears she yelled at her cat.Another admits with pure regreat...

Stone steps spiral into the temple’s basement.Candle lamp burns, shadows crowd the walls.They approach one by one.Each...