While Reaching Through the Dark

My hand hovers in the air
Slightly shaking from left to right
Hoping to find something to grasp onto
While reaching through the dark

Light from lamp’s help me to see
My eyes can pick up all the details
Yet all is black in a place where light does not shine
While reaching through the dark

But I cannot see light itself
I seek and strive and scrunch my eyes
This is the darkness of the light
While reaching through the dark

All my senses fail me now
Nothing remains to set my feet upon
Except the comfort of muttering “I trust”
While reaching through the dark


By Father Jacob Bertrand