Epiphany
Epiphany
I have no faith
But an eye that burns its darkness into light
I have no prayer
But a throat that wails a wordless cry to Love
I have no hope
But a punch-drunk will to pummel at despair
I have no path
But a lunatic refusal to stand still
I have no star to follow
But a stinging fly that drives me blindly on
I have no dream
But a flame trapped in my eyes, devouring sleep
I have no heart
But a hole within where the wind howls through and throbs
and hungers, sometimes, like a human heart
And if God be near me
even these will do.
by Pauline J. Alama