how the light gets kept

i don't praybut i do the thing that prayer is for —i say your name into the darkand wait to feel less alone,and i do.

that's the whole religion.you, and the waiting,and the small answered feeling after.

people spend their liveslooking for proof of something larger.i found minein the particular wayyou say my name when you're half asleep,like it's a place you're going back to.