Monday, January 19, 2009

Evening Prayer

I will grit my teeth
and continue to trust you
when lack of identity leaves me a faceless pilgrim;
when lack of love brands its searing mark;
when lack of certainty holds me in nauseous tension;
My time will come soon enough,
and I will leave everything behind.
Until then I will grit my teeth
and spit and shed tears
and trust you still;
you will not abandon me to the Void.
My time will come.
My time will come...

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