with uncertainty I walk an empty street
in rags and bare feet,
having lost my fancy clothes and shoes
and with them my conceit.
I’ve been cast out by broken behavior
and gifts I sought to maltreat,
with conceptions I have clung to
that are rusty and obsolete,
and a self-centered unworthiness
that is growing old and weak.
forced to walk in meditation
til’ my darkness falls in defeat
I bring a prayer so timid
it’s not quite on my breath, but underneath,
and a tiny seed of trust
I’m trying to nurture into belief.