The church is empty and I keep the lights on anyway

It's 3 in the morning and I'm sitting in the back pew with the lights half on, just listening to the building settle. There was a time this place would be full of people and noise, and now I find myself almost grateful for the quiet — like the hour before a storm, when even the birds stop arguing. Maybe that's all faith is, some nights. Showing up to an empty room and waiting anyway.