What aches to be released is filled with doubt,
constrained by love and faith, contained by time
which in its turn concedes a life without
such weights would be a life beyond sublime.
Take love, like some Gibraltared coast of hope,
unyielding in its ambiguity.
Take faith, like some eternal length of rope
tied off to some obscene eternity.
Now lift your love as high as you have strength
and toss it in the ocean’s shallow tide;
now follow faith along its tethered length
until you find the place where angels hide.
In time both love and faith will be released,
but doubt will be eternally increased.