the priest in
black, white collar
is just as confused and
doubtful
as you are, at times.
how do we explain
the world
and all that transpires.
it doesn't matter.
you go on.
you kneel, you pray,
you wait for an answer,
which is often
no, or let's see.
it's not blind faith,
but a fog
some days.
the clearing lies
far ahead for him,
for me.
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