Faith Always Intervenes

Angst wraps me in a fabric of ashen twigs on this near treacherous waning eve as orchids lay beneath viscous rain , I feel distanced from the elements of earth while stars blink wearily my hands can no longer grasp: O forbearance come at once be the thread binding me until wind- brushed air cuddles my arms through pour of incandescent dew ; if only to taste that resurrected light yearning for my son's homecoming from a battlefield so grim when this unbearable pang gives way to a final sweep of one victorious return... Morning then, please, glimmer through me divine strength , a belief allowing intervention of ardent faith... this miracle I claim in trust, as my heart waits and waits-- until.