On your knees

“On your knees,” they told me. Not knowing about the how and what in the dark, I did as asked. Perhaps something was coming in low overhead, who knew? “Where are we and what are we waiting for?” I duly asked.

“Don’t you know, boy?” a rusty voice growled. “We’re in church and waiting for god…”

Can someone please switch on the light so I can find my way out of here?