WL Schuett

Poverty of the Soul

in times of trouble 

drowning in fear and doubt 

where questions I can\'t answer 

are casting all about 

 

searching for the answers 

that time and distance have stole 

starving and neglected 

there is a poverty in my soul 

 

trying to reconcile 

belief and non belief 

looking for that middle ground 

to open up that window 

that I always knew to be there 

but sadly now just can\'t be found 

 

a chill is in the night air 

the morning frost is keen 

as for faith or unbelief 

there is nothing in between