In the darkness of eternal light, I sift through the shattered ore
Repentent saints have left behind and wonder, as they did
If anything of worth shows through — can these fragile coals
Be lifted up to the tumbling earth,
Or will their rigid forms continue to elude us
As we rise into heaven and descend into darkness?
Yet, as we're left with them, unignited, our love
Won't let us lose them
And that is enough residue of faith to console us
As our lives burn away in search of an ideal
That grows every day more elusive.
