We need something acute—something innocent, while we
debate Truth, discover signs.
Upon a childlike prayer, believing goodness, by tender
obedience.
Analyzing dearness, knitting theorems, abiding by
conundrums, by moral glass, ethic compass.
To fall short of enterprise; to transgress skies.
Much more to wiggle through.
Where religiosity meets expectation; where goodness is
vital, becoming humanness.
Holding one’s heart, moving into galaxies, dearness to
its struggle.
Another thought of strangers, to have thrown
existence, rinsed into a frenzy.
To grapple with a name, making life beautiful, giving
persistence meaning, a backbone.
With excellence of character—comes struggle of
essence, probed by interior guides.
With imperfection of character comes dearness of
appreciation, to sin as part of salvation.
In taking by struggle, afforded one grace, pouring out
preciousness, aching by understanding.
We need something marvelous, as crossing our palms, as
holding its existence—
Oh to believe!
