For Proof
When the darkness stole my sight,
I questioned you, o Lord of light.
Blind, with faith yet insecure,
I wondered why I should be pure.
Why be blameless to the one,
I couldn't fix my eye upon?
I yearned for proof of your great might,
and waited for the surest sight.
Would you not come to speak to me?
You taught me how to pray and see.
The words I sent aloft to you-
if words came down, I never knew.
God, I know not how you think,
but though I'm ever on the brink,
I'll wait and watch. I someday pray,
I shall see you with these eyes of clay.
1 January 2019
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