Wholly here in trust of the unknown
A trust wholly impossible to man
So Jesus cried out in his state forlorn
Unknowing and uncertain, he began.
Who can tell us what the cost may be?
Our open eyes may let in bleak despair
Who can say that love’s a refugee?
Our open eyes may see the Light shine where?
How we draw our lifelines sharp and black
When watercolor may be nearer truth.
A puzzle, steel, mechanical, might crack
And leave us helpless , buried in our ruth.
Who has got the courage when alone?
Which of us will roll away the stone?
How my heart sings 