Sometimes,
Not all the time,
I doubt.
The gift of faith is absent,
And for a moment, I feel alone.
Sometimes,
Not all the time,
I doubt.
Overwhelmed by the suffering of the world,
Underwhelmed by tangible divinity.
The night is dark,
East of Eden,
‘Is anyone out there?’
The night is dark,
Homesick Exile,
‘Where have you gone?’
Sometimes,
Not all the time,
I doubt.
And then,
In the tomb of doubt,
In the darkness,
I catch a glimpse of him who is the Light.
- Swales, 2023
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