I went to the store but the shelves were empty
And I didn’t have any money anyway.
And the shopkeeper hadn’t shown up for work that day.
And the store had gone out of business a month ago.
And where the store had been there was a church now.
But it wasn’t really a church, only an altar.
Like the one that we used to have in my church when I was a kid
In the old sanctuary before we built the new one.
And on the altar was nothing
But sun rays shining on dust particles
And every particle of dust was an entire world
Of joy and sorrow.