Primordial Ooze

Extremely simple poem about bouncing back from a Science vs. God stage.

When immersed in dismay
And I have lost all things to say
And heavy darkness fills my day
I turn to You

For who could love me more?
What better ointment for the sore?
You are the sunset on my shore
And I turn to you

Of someone better I know not
To fill all my hearts' empty spots
So when the tears grow too hot
I turn to You

Though I'm enveloped in shades of gray
The sight of You burns through the haze
Stumbling, lost, and in a daze
I turn to You

Overwhelmed by the love You show
Your light makes the darkness go
And flooded with joy I have not known
I'm so glad I turn to You