The Doubter

You are silent.
Do you hear?
Are you listening?
Do you care?
Not a sound, not a sign.
Time to shed these old beliefs of mine.

You do nothing.
Do you see?
Are you watching
Over me?
Hope must die, faith is dead.
Think I'll hold a funeral in my head.

Something's moving.
Do you hear?
Something living.
Do you care?
Beauty lives, beauty breathes,
Beauty can restore a soul that grieves.

Hope's returning.
Do you see?
Good is coming
Back to me.
Faith may grow, faith may bloom,
But to doubt forever is my doom.