When
the substance of faith
becomes myth
through the years
As
the evidence of the unseen
becomes distorted
through my tears
How
can I rely
on prophets or politicians
on priests or pundits
on popes or presidents
Are
today’s truths
tomorrow’s myths
as yesterday’s certainties
are today’s lies
I struggle
for balance
against hurricane winds
Lashed
by my rope of psalms
to faith’s once steady
mast