No Churchmates

An attempt at dark humor

After a long time of agnosticism,
I finally decide to subscribe to a faith.
It has rituals of virtues and positive habits,
with happiness and patience on the side.

I awkwardly go through the motions,
as they are altogether new;
And knowing its precepts to be true,
I continue to push through despite discomforts.

The short and the sweet for the sake
of keeping my feet on the ground is this:
I've decided to believe and act on the fact
that I finally believe in myself,

Even in the face of desolations,
Or feelings of unmet expectations,

Or just the simple knowledge of a 
certain situation,

that as yet,

and of late,

There still isn't a churchmate.