In every church and every cause abide
the never-doubting men of fervent tone.
Their idol is a god who never hides,
whose ways cannot be far beyond our own.
This deity of theirs has never left
a burning question, not a burning bush
nor seemingly abandoned us, bereft,
to wrestle every lure the world can push.
Out of the depths the Psalmist sought some plan,
like Job bewildered by the test of loss.
Gethsemane’s unwilling Son of Man
was then the Christ forsaken on the cross.
The task is this; totread the faithful ways
yet face the fact of darker, harder days.