You have cast a dark veil over my dreams and dashed my hopes against the stone you said you would protect me from.
But I trust You in spite of all that time has brought to light.
I trust You beyond the raw fright of growing old.
See how the wind picks up the dust and rushes like a dervish
to places I’ll never know?
You point and promise that You have so much more to show me,
and I believe You.
I trust You when you say stay calm, that it will be light soon enough, that the desert will bloom and everything will be born anew,
My prayers have become smoke curling around candlelight,
A delicate grasp on ephemeral hope.
asingingtree 