Leap of Faith

Forlorn in demeanor,
Thyself with heart in tatters.

Solemn and beseeched,
I'm near the edge
Of loves rapturous foreboding precipice.

Shall my torturous soul
Commit it’s self to the abyssal unknowns
0f sacrificial acquiescence to thee?

A force neither trustworthy nor forgiving,
As it warms chilled hearts
And sooths with passionate death.

Unwitting those of lesser toils within,
True to their salvation,
But blind to its deceit!
And yet give reverence to thee.

Alas; shall I not gaze into eyes of splendor,
Nor taste passion upon sweet lips?

Forsake the essence of purity sought,
And forgo righteous happenings within thy being?

To this unknown I ponder,
And thus negates my apotheosis of thee

Enlighten my sorrowful remnants of gayety,
And subservient obedience to thee,
As was once remembered.

At this, I shall take that leap of faith
And boldly plunge thyself into the depths
Of your infinite sanctity.