In this place
This no where land
Liminal
Full of danger
Of poison
Of death
Flooded with bereavement
Drenched with disappointment
You ask for faith
Not blind faith
Not rose-tinted optimism
But faith that expects
Snake bites
That knows
Darkness
That bears our loss
And our lostness
Carries our disappointments
Holds our disillusionment
But that expects
Hope
In place of cynicism