Lamentation 20607

When in a place of discontent
mind settling like a leaf in the face of the first surprise of Autumn
i reach past the landscape of melancholy hills and
grey slush nights
to recall with praise upon my lips
like songs of Kings and shepherds.
(hold on again, i whisper)
though fearsome exclusion enfolds unwanted news
mangling the hollow malaise into nothingness valley
Sweet Jesus- I stand
surrendered to the land and hopeful
even now
that far flung testament will prove the path
of purpose
amidst the rub of wicked hollow doubt.