Apologies in Advance (I Know My Feelings Fail) -2/01/05

Faith’s a trip through sleet and drip to docks
Trembling hands that tug and pull the hair
Searching all the piers and teth’ring rocks
Day by day, a widow unaware.

Hope’s a word that, once it’s heard, would not
Leave my mind, nor let me think it died
Till I had my proof that it did rot
Till my fingers entered its cold side.

Love’s a life that’s lived with knife in back
Lying on the floor: a welcome mat
Welcome: come and take the heart you lack
I’ll be fine, don’t worry about that.

How in Heaven, how in Hell are we
S’posed to conquer Satan with these three?