In The Distance Poem by Angie M..

there's a tune that slips through the day
of both sorrow and jubilation
that I remain adhered to

and all that I speak of sounds the same
in a waiting that has moments where I'm confident, comfortable and
grateful in little unfolding happenings

but I am also bound to a sense of doubt and self doubt
that muffles voices and even prayers
and then bits of of doubt
that boost my confidence and assures me I am understanding
beyond my imagination

and so
I remain slightly confused
trying to find the truth in both
warming in its maturity where I can