the stone weighing in the pit of my stomach

beyond the compartmentalized
vicissitude of unthinking certitude
i arise
from a sticky cob-web vision
utterly off-balance
an instability accentuated
by the stone weighing
in the pit of my stomach
that fiend uncertainty – she who gnaws
at my delicate act of
putting one foot in front of the other
where have You hidden Yourself
O Visioncaster?
have i left You in the deep crevices
of bed-clothes slumber
while i awake to wrestle
mountains and molehills
emerging among the topography of life
courtesy of fertile fears
now set aside by fragile faith
as i am roused
to wonder at the transition
from a sacred moment so profound
to the vague indifference
of the here-and-now
groping wideawake for deliverance
from the grayscale
of living
which tosses me to-and-fro
upon the undulating waves
as i cling to my tenuous conviction