i trialed my days with doubt my eyes shut down they were suddenly ashamed
of unfaithful gazing and faithless wandering a pilgrim's hope and
the kneeling dissolving into tears
and nights are daylight the noonsun smite the eye
even the gentlest breeze blows cold on skin

nowhere to run but left alone to watch keeping vigil on the slightest touch of mercy
streaming in into a prison's heart

raising me to a still point on a hill a city echoes the passing silence wordless air
dark light surrounding soul nothing but complete surrender

to raw faith and its yielding to a road
with a clearing at its end.