I am dreaming,
but the reality of life
tendrils through it:

In an open, echoing sanctuary,
a handful of us plan an upcoming service,
but my unorthodox beliefs
and unconventional practices
aren't the right fit
for the expected worshipers.

They ask me to leave.

I go without resentment–
disappointed, yes–
but knowing they are right.

Where, then, is my voice needed?

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.