Faith of the Faithless

Alone, standing, wondering where She is, He is, It is, Knowing I am not the only one on this empty bridge tonight, I try to reacquaint myself with that feeling inside, Cars hush and whisper to me as they whirl by, They tell me secrets that I do not understand, But their presence, their indecipherable messages, tell me it exists, Rippling tumbles of water below surreptitiously lend me their knowledge, The body of blue does not beckon me as I would pretend, Still, I cannot feel a connection, I just know that something is there. Crowded, the City streets I’ve strolled to, I try to feel Her, Him, It. How can what is suppose to come from within be so lost? I try to find my way through the guileless smiles of passersby, In the blithe steps of young children leaping over cracks in the sidewalk, Anything that has not yet been arrested by life, Or been soiled by the soulless nature of man. Outside myself is my idol and altar Until the feeling shows itself from within.