Nothing good can come from that place
  doubt surrounds belief
The only good, sacred comes from one
  yet it doesn't because
It is wind, sacred doesn't settle on one
  place in one person
It blows where it will, rests where it will
  can you hear the sound
Coming from a distant shore, become
  let the doubt settle
Embrace it as a part of belief, it has always
  been there and awakens
When it will, not to destroy, to strengthen
  and give life