He woke in the night knowing
his truth and all he could think was
now what? Once a man is at the
bottom of himself, having made his
rounds with delusion, diversion, distraction,
addiction, muse, role, title, persona,
system and schtick, there is nothing left but
God and the coming dawn.
He rose, he blinked, he yawned, he
stretched and realized that
faith is the most daunting of
all the human attributes because
it sometimes comes so formless. He
supposed that was why he
once believed so many things.
Later that morning, he thought that
love might be the answer
to his question.