Evidence

I've been searching time

For proof, or some provision

That makes right the position

Of my consciousness and mind.

‘They’ wipe out what is certain

The evidence is clouded;

The darkness here a shroud--

And nothing draws the curtain

So in can stream the light

And show me what is there

I’m looking everywhere!

But the shades are shut down tight.

Time is searching me--

And testing every dream;

And making what I’d like to be

Look less like what I need.

And where is all the love

That I'm supposed to feel--

Those things that make me real--

That provision is to prove?

Faith can never fight

For those that do possess

The power to be faithless;

Even when it isn’t right.

I've been searching long

Yet I can tell you naught,

For my faith is all I've got--

And it feels like something’s wrong.

I can’t get free from feeling

That someone knows the truth

And if the light gets loose,

It could stop my mind from reeling.

So do I search my heart

For the glimmer of faith lost?

What will be the cost?

Where do I even start?

~ (C)Kimberly B. Williamson