Not that I had lost my way —
only that it seemed unclear.
God was a presence dimly felt,
not deeply known.
How then to regain Soul's radiant fullness?
First, a cherishing of gleams
as harbingers of full-orbed Truth,
then a trusting of Bible promises
as more than poetry,
a persistent retracing step by step
the path only skimmed before,
a studying of waymarks,
a faithful expectation
that the substance of things hoped for
would become visible
in the growing light
of Truth's unfolding.
