God's plague of darkness washes over me;
As if night blinded there's naught to see;
And nowhere does God's work ere promise sight
Into the future nor God will shed light
Onto tomorrow and what comes with it.
My God, I live--believe--the future's lit
For You and You alone.
Perhaps tis best
I'd not know well what faces me in test.

©2013 by Monty Wheeler