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