The Weight of a Mustard Seed

by A. Sea Herndon

The Weight of a Mustard Seed

Does my doubt

outweigh my faith

when I turn

& see your face

& you are standing oh so close

nearby

you will not even 

look me in the eye

that not-now look

across your face

Does my doubt

outweigh my faith?

Does my despair

outweigh my hope

when like a poem

without a trope

I lean to kiss

you pull back leaning

and life and language

lose all meaning

when like a poem

without a trope

Does my despair

outweigh my hope?

Doubt and despair

they do outweigh

both all my hope

and all my faith

when what I say

gets no response

the shoulder cold

dead and calm

Doubt and despair

they do outweigh

and so I cry

and then I pray

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