The dark inside is so dark
Its substance can’t be seen.
I think I’ve plumbed the depths
But only One has mastery.
The surface is the surface
No matter what the depth I claim.
I must seek the One who searches
Beneath the clutter I have named.
The unknown depths of darkness
Can be cleansed and made as snow,
If I will, and ask, surrender
To the One Who sees below.
So, I’ll ask the One to search within,
Beneath, below and under
To shine light into the darkness;
Once enjoined, now put asunder