can i work the task required of me
for a day of living in the misery
with an outlook toward a joy
so close and far?
the love can shine like the southern sun;
the truth can cut with a surgeon’s precision;
the peace can rain like a steady storm.
but why does the trinity of virtues
hide from me so well?
i am needy and alone,
yet, i am complete and never forsaken.
the tension keeps me stranded
between the heaven of tomorrow
and the hell of present pain.
i walk through the door of prayer,
bringing both tears and laughter.
for the Presence of the Holy.