Doubtless

Doubt’s a rust
That tests our metal
Eats away
Day by day
Until there’s nothing
For us to peddle.

Corrosion’s explosion
Latently lurking
Dims the soul
And trust’s control
Until there’s nothing
For faith’s working.

Corruption’s success
Complete capitulation
The mind doesn’t mind
Leaving it behind
Until Spirit grieved
Leaves in frustration.

Doubtless doubt
Can be voidable
But once entertained
It begins to reign
Until a perfect storm
Dark clouds unavoidable.

Thomas mistook
Evidence for answers
Rationalizing reasons
Mistaking the seasons
Until in the end
Embracing his cancer.

When rust turns to trust
Changing its tune
The process reversed
Though quite unrehearsed
When it’s confessed
“I’ve seen his wounds”

11-23-11