The Loss of Faith br Fated priest when he walks in front of a funeral br procession his gait is often wobbly, says it is stiff br joints; smells of aftershave lotion and brandy. br Lost his faith years ago, in the night his prayer br echoes in the village church. br Thinks it his fault that god has left him in a vacuum br of disbelief a penance for not having a total godly br deference. In his dreams he meets god who speaks br in a language he doesn´t understand; he wakes up br bedroom bleak, and the voice of god has gone. br He says as Jesus once did, why have you forsaken me? br Has a brandy goes back to a restless sleep. br And there is no peace as sexual needs takes over, br actions he will not abide. Morning and he is thankful. br Routines of the day someone has died, funeral service, br and a woman who wants confess her banal sins, br he murmurs prayers, waits for god to answer why he br has lost his faith, but there is only silence.