Owen Meaney

Uncertainty

A foundation built on nothing

I could see

Secure in your

Immaculate perception

The last resort I thought

I'd ever exercise

Now, all that I have

To stand on

Grieving from a different

Point of view

I learn its meaning from you

In life and death

And continue



...But faith is just a

Silent tribute

Mine is just a desperate act

Give him back



I owe him

Throw me a line, I'll suspend

My disbelief

And concede

Following your lead

Faithfully

Led into this concession with

Hope and doubt

A seemingly futile gesture



My faith is just a silent tribute

This is just a desperate act

Holding on

It's just this desperation that

Takes me home