There is so much doubt in me.
\nI doubt the sky
\nbecause it rises while I fall.
\nIt flames with fire
\nwhile I freeze.
\nI doubt the altar of wood and flowers
\nbecause no story should be that sad,
\nno such goodness murdered.<\/p>\n
It never happened in my country,
\nwhere I walked,
\nshared fellowship with others.
\nIt never happened
\nbecause there is no grief that great,
\njoy perhaps,
\nbut I asked how could that happen?
\nIt can\u2019t!<\/p>\n
My hand made a shadow on the wall,
\nlike a spider crawling to the floor,
\nand I insisted,
\nit never happened!
\nThe shadow detached itself from my hand
\nand flew through the window
\nlike a ghost.<\/p>\n
I waved my arm,
\nand questioned what was
\ncurled up inside me
\nthat disappeared?
\nHow light my heart became!
\nWas faith stronger than any evil
\nit confronts?
\nWas a prayer inside me
\nanswered?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
There is so much doubt in me. I doubt the sky because it rises while I fall. It flames with fire while I freeze. I…<\/p>\n