A woman full of sorrow comes before the altar
She carries the Holy book in a hand
She carries rain drops on her coat
Weak and fragile knees are put before the altar
She puts her tears before the altar
Wedding ring removed and put at the altar too, for before the altar it was taken
The smell of his cologne perished
promised words he once said at the altar, disappeared
“Till death do us part” silenced.
A cross stands at the altar
A crossed, confused mind stands before the altar
A man crucified, bruised and hurt externally at the altar
A woman hurt internally before the altar
The altar provides comfort for them both
She needs strength
She needs to be up
The altar is strong
The altar is up
She stands, up as the altar
She forgives, as the man at the altar.