Jenny,
I've heard the voice of God.
He told me
there is beauty yet.
The echoes
of long forgotten names,
turn to white noise
and fill my brain.
When my eyes
find
a hidden little smile,
I want to stay
for a little while.
Jenny,
I'm awfully afraid.
Of what lies in wait
on my path of faith.
Will it
ever be the same?
Or is it true that
everything has changed?