I have devoted myself
with unswerving dedication
to the ideal of the Altar
at the Shrine.
O mountaintop Mercy,
O pinnacle of Presence, I divine,
ordain you to be mine,
please, give way to my Visions of you,
for doubt seeps in through the cracks,
spoils every drop of water,
ruins what resolve
I have left in me.
It’s gone.
When that certitude whose veil
is tranquility is gone, I’m
gone, I am broken
in my faith, in my belief.
10/16/2016
Vancouver