A Single Grain Of Life

If I dig deep into the marrow
what strength would I find –
undefined stained windows
or parapets, built of black ice –
a world of juxtapositions
where two faces merge
both light and dark
so one may swoon the other
and all that’s left…..
are the tears of revelation
as courage is swept away
and the stems of miracles
rooted in belief –
have all but gone –
but if I dig deep into the marrow
and scrape away to find……
would I only see the pulp of shadows
or could I hope to see –
a single grain of life.