Do we know the history,
the genealogy of our faith,
whose shoulders we rest within,
or the stone we’ve stumbled on?

If we listen will we see?
Were they restless as they grew,
Was there contentment in the fog?
Can they, will they, help us now?

If we listen, will they lead
and help us on our way?
Can I stay abiding,
and if I listen will I see
the fear that set them free…
the pain that made them whole
…or the loss that gave them all?