If it has to be that hard,

You still need to be heading uphill?

Give me a promise

Why are you looking that way,

Sideways?

Understood.

The depth of faith returns to the surface

With an answer

This is clearly without judgment

Or the fruit of its offering

Seasons are defined by their questions

Needs envelop

They reach into the vacuum of space

Waiting for an edge to break in them

released into better parts

Saving remnants to act

The rest is bleating

Remaining till the next  clause