Anodyne

It stuck in his throat, he said.
Lamentings poured, silence bled
Yet there came that Porter
To narrate where it all led.

Try prayer, try harder, she said,
‘Despondency is a sin’.
I fumbled an answer
Yet there was no crime to dread.

But You have said it’s narrow.
I am towed forward, slow.
And the path seems to stretch
To a White Light far aglow.

I have dared to crawl forward,
To see, share what lies ahead
Yet I know not, can’t tell
If Your Sign I have misread.

What does my amen conclude.
I see shadow, stars hoodwinked.
I know not where must I tread.
Lead me, as needle Pulls thread.

6 May 2008.