The cold night holds the question
  still as the animal frightened
Frozen with no way forward
  it all is flung out
Tossed like so many stars
  sprinkled, no answer found
The night of doubt begins
  tossing, turning, praying
Weeping endures, carrying it
  out, into forever asking
Yet it brings comfort of
  things vast, unpredictable
So small, here though, here
  trust comes slowly
As does understanding
  like the edge of dawn