and so the day ends.
life in all it's mystery
has weaved it's way through me.
yes, I am troubled, but there is nothing
that I can change.
where does faith fit?
how far can my 'trusting' stretch
before it is built on sand?
should I continue to hope
in an unseen hand?
these questions challenge me.
I wrestle with them, wishful for
faith to survive.