How much faith does one
Need to have.
To accept daily
A mismatch between words
And deeds.
I would assume
This is the ultimate
Test.
But one that seems
Has no end and no results
And no golden star
To stick on the wall.
I look at that wall
It’s covered in black marks
And scribbles of different kind.
Nothing can be distinguished.
Just a depiction of a confused mind,
Garnished with snowdrop petals
Like the thorns over the head of Jesus.
donika emille 