All answers lie in waiting,
as paths are straightened, made clear,
with decency, Truth ascends.

Wisdom permeates the air,
as backs turn, and carry on,
as if escape is needed.

Our days are numbered, it’s true,
but are they just? Are they right?
And refuge? Where is it sought?

What is it being proclaimed?
Spell upon spell, or Gospel?
Beheld, or holed up, held up?

Often kneeling, bowing heads,
possessed into possessions.
Cross? or crossing out the other?

Let your face shine upon your servant; and teach me your laws. – Psalm 119:135