Abba Father;
Gone.
The evidence
Of its existence
But for squishy soil
Drying decks
And piers.

Days.
The hours
The powers
Of relentless freezing
Rain and
Frigid winds.

Gone.
The evidence
Of its existence
But for squishy soil
Drying decks
And piers.

Sin.
Hangs on
Through the dawn
Is my faith
That little or
Unbelief that strong?

Father,
Help my unbelief
So my belief
Then becomes
All that stronger
For next time.

Sin.
Hangs on
Through the dawn
Is my faith
That little or
My unbelief that strong?
               d.f.a.v. 3/6/15
––Donna