Catholic Youth

Every appearance that manifests human beings thus becomes for them improper and factitious, and makes them confront the task of turning truth into their own proper truth. -Giorgio Agamben

Something changed last night that you should know.

I worked the problem in my mind the way that Abraham held

His son against his chest and knew that it was all of me

And I must murder it.

This is my confession.

Bless me father; I haven't sinned.

I am broken beyond bearing

Pushed past performance,

And what I have is yours.

This is my own truth, that fear is is my stain.

And my deepest secret: you've terrified me out of fear.

I would burn myself again and again at your fire,

I would push past the presence to you as person.

Can you meet me here, where we are people?

I am in the dark. If you cannot come, I worship still.

Here in the darkness, I sing.

Without words and nameless, I sing.

Here at your feet and broken, I sing.

I am in the dark. If you cannot come, I worship still.