As the pastor repeats the question
What is your destiny?
For the twelfth time
I stop listening
And observe the overcrowded sanctuary
The boy in front of me
Asks to no-one in particular
What is destiny?
The pastor has closed his eyes
Is he praying and preaching?
Should I be praying?
I have no idea what he is talking about
A girl has put her coat on backwards
Mimes to her mother
To help her zip it up
She buries her face
In the fuzzy hood
The pastor opens his eyes and looks around
What is your heart filled with?
He asks
Joy Whispers the boy
Quietly Making Noise 