The Poetry Corner

Unbelief

By Theodosia Garrison

Your chosen grasp the torch of faith--the key Of very certainty is theirs to hold. They read Your word in messages of gold. Lord, what of us who have no light to see And in the darkness doubt, whose hands may be Broken upon the door, who find but cold Ashes of words where others see enscrolled, The glorious promise of Life's victory. Oh, well for those to whom You gave the light (The light we may not see by) whose award Is that sure key--that message luminous, Yet we, your people stumbling in the night, Doubting and dumb and disbelieving--Lord, Is there no word for us--no word for us?