Finding Faith

Doubt sprouting like the fields after first rain.
Do not blame me.
The years have displayed the vile side of man
And eyes did see.
I scout like bears seeking home for winter
I Still can’t find.
Evil’s more real than the truism of God,
Hell seems more kind.

From my opened mouth, my soul will pour out
Seeking new light,
Looking beyond man and beyond Hades
To bind my night.
Hovering high heights, hunting for healing,
Peeling the pile of pain that is mounting.

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