The light between branches at evenings’ dusk,
With eyes raised towards a sinking sunset;
I found myself in prayer and in trust,
To hear a voice without malice or threat.
Only one thought could escape my loose mind,
Scrambling in a futile sentence out loud;
Denying You and all that is Divine,
Deafened in doubt with branches hidden shroud.
Yet, light continues to shine throughout night,
Quarter moon, half moon waxing or waning;
Follows me in silent Lover’s flight,
Forgiving, of course, my sins in morning.
Awaking in a new life of terror;
Asking me, to be life without error.