this kind of faith
cannot be born
it cannot be resurrected
no will, nor want
no desire, nor plea
will ever take me there
it is solely born
of the Divine
a gift, a joy
no matter how undeserved
and what it takes
i dare to say
is this:
nothing
nowhere
find no solace
yearn not
for one small comfort
this pain, this affliction
dare i say: death
is the path few dare to go
the journey of the hero
the dark night of the soul
the narrow gate
obscured by darkness
covered over
with prickly thorns
playing hide and go seek
with my soul
only the courageous
(nearly none!)
will ever face the fears
don the explorer's rags
set out alone
mercifully alone
to one day surely find
(but surely?
i wish i could say it was so)
to one day find
by the grace of God
find Him
this takes fortitude
beyond my understanding
relentless pursuit
beyond my imagination
faith
beyond my limited vision
love
beyond the constraints of my heart
purity
beyond my perceptions of this world
and pure patience
quite possibly
beyond my own ability
quite simply
this takes
a miracle
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