Forgotten Prayers

Is it distress then that had brought me to your door?
For it wasn't love, that feeling had abandoned me years ago.
When I stood on the porch nervously wringing my dress
My head a whirlwind of accelerated thought process.
The autumn leaves, I noticed you hadn't swept away
The front yard was unweeded, A wild garden of disarray.
The bell I finally ring, with a sudden lack of conviction
Was I right to come back here,
When trouble lurked by my mansion?

Minutes pass, still no sign,
Not a creak, not a sigh
The door remained unopened.
Now that i look around with more care,
The armchair on the porch seemed broken
The glass paned windows looked unopened.
The door I pushed with apprehensive fingers
It swung open with a wail and a cloud of black grey dust.

Gingerly I stepped inside, calling out 'anybody here?'
As expected there was no response
No furniture, no sign of life anywhere!
Surprised I walked out, and inquired in dismay
'why is the church without candles, without altars
Who sent my god away?'
The stranger replied rather amusedly ' my dear child you must be mistaken
The father's still there, the sinners still pray
And the pews still fill up on Sundays.'

Then I recalled As forlorn as I was
The love I had begotten many years before from this God.
The god of mine
The supreme divine
Had closed his doors on me
For the passion of Christ, only demands one price
Which I had indeed not given
In my good times, when he called me to thank
The importance of his need I had forgotten.