Written in Church; we went with a hosteller to mass in nearby Sant Nagar

Oh what is Holy? For people in their despair And in their joy Come here Kneel And are one. I feel less lost here; A place to dissolve into, Be nameless And unidentified; A place to be, To feel small and full at the same time A child and a woman. To quietly listen to the silence in the prayers. And in the Church I look for the idol Or for the Ideal?