"Corner Of A Building, Sky Behind (Faith)"

He felt despair
Nameless despair.
Like a poisonous gas - no color, no odor,
Filling his lungs and making breath impossible.

He made ready his life for emptiness.
He made ready his heart for sadness.
He made ready his soul for meaninglessness.

He stood at the curb and looked up at the corner of a building
And at the sky beyond it.
This small thing was lovely to him
And peaceful in a strange way that he could not name,
And he felt the hand of God.

He thought to himself, "How weak I am.
How feeble I am and small
To allow myself to be beaten by these trials."
He resolved in his heart and in his head to make a new beginning.
He gathered himself for a leap of faith.

He wondered to himself at the ease with which man denies the everlasting,
The divine.
It's harder to hold these things close.
To accept without proof,
To believe without full understanding.
To do these things is difficult.

But these things - acceptance, belief, faith
Aren't they the fingerprint of God?
These things that are higher and purer and more mysterious
Than our greatest and our best hopes?

And he whispered a prayer.
And the prayer was "Thank You."