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
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