According to scripture.
My house will be a house of prayer.
We may search ancient lore.
Peeling away truth layer by layer.

But truth is mere fitful light.
Fading in November twilight.
Receding from our weak sight.
As day turns into night.But we can light a match.
Which is scripture.
It casts some glow on our sight’s impenetrable thatch.
In the wall of doubt , a crack, a fracture.

But winter will turn to spring.
And silent now , one day we will sing.

……..

Truth is fitful light
On a winter evening.
But soon dawn will come

……..

See Luke 19: 45-48