Father Rescuer

I believe Your promises are concrete.
I do not believe
In my ability to hear what actually is.
I am deceived easily; I deceive
Myself at will.
You’ve said the impossible is secure
I’m stilled by how great the promise,
How long I must endure-
Whispers say I’m telling myself stories
To get through the night.
No one is coming
To put things right,
And if someone did,
Do I really have the audacity
To believe weighed in any scale
I have anything good coming to me?
This dark obscuration
Haunted by ghosts and jackals,
Lashed by leafless branches
Driven by howling cackles
Is merely the natural consequence
Of running with my eyes closed
But I believe in the beauty of stars,
The architecture of the rose

I believe the darkness is never dark to You.
You always saw, You always knew,

And I hope You have engineered

My rescue.