losing faith

the slender beams of radiance, 

has entered this darkened prison, 

as i kneel, 

always within prayers, 

always hopeful, 

as i lay here frozen in time, 

awaiting tortured forms, 

wrought in the pares of glass as the loom as dust dances, 

as i form an image in my mind, 

penetrating my naked soul, 

tears of humanity's face, 

i shall raise my head, 

now i'm kneeling before this call us truth

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The poem has some strong, dramatic images, but I don't understand the last line.