Uncertainties are more about
making decisions
then having answers.
Steps of anxiety
are not the path of trust;
nor is worried waiting.
Waiting? Waiting for what:
an epiphany;
a secret message;
a whisper;
Time to get tired, throwing the towel;
hm?
you wait like a corpse,
like frozen,
like paralyzed, all waiting for movement,
not to move,
you Gnostic navel-gazer.
Anxiety affirms the acceptance of
the ‘if’ and of the ‘but;’
the wonder of the wonder
manifested in the inaction,
trusting not that the darkness is blinding
rather that it is death:
plaguing the insides,
consuming confusion,
leaving your naked faithlessness
. . . at least in the Promiser.
