I walk these streets with mild trepidation
And I know that with each tentative step
More moments of unquiet temptation
Are ahead than those I’ve already left
Should I look upward for inspiration?
Seek signs from the clouds–or higher above?
For all these worried nights, confrontation.
Is this all I get from a God of Love?
With one step, I stand in the holy square.
Rain falls as I stumble and slowly kneel,
While my breath catches with familiar fear
And my rebellious heart aches just to feel
A single moment of that First Estate
When unbelief was small and faith was great.