Sunday, November 16, 2008


My right hand clasps faith, as my left gently grasps doubt. my right embraces doubt; left gently clasps faith. Can certainty accompany faith? How can this be? Again my gaze struggles to look past the cumbersome shadow of doubt. It blots out the sun, leaving me the simple sight of its silhouette and the light thereof. My struggle gains no meaning. My eyes yearn a divine blinding. I desire for his light to pierce doubt's ever-thick shadow.