What is Left

What is left When the charm of your quotes fail, When words wobble with your faith and hope’s handout is lacking? What is left, When peace flees, The hand shakes and the heart flutters, When you fall out of grace, Out of open space And every surface grinds and grates? What is left… What is left? Mantra forgotten, prayer interrupted, Every propped pretense of control pulled And the full jar of your senses frozen. What is left? Blank pages and silent sages. The only sight and sound: You.