Jesse:

Jesse has dirt on his hands

she looks at him strangely

Jesse says

'this box holds the answers'

as he hands it to her

she looks at him

in wonderment

Jesse doesn't look ashamed

she says

'this was mine?'

Jesse nods

she looks at him

slightly puzzled

'you had this all along?'

Jesse doesn't say anything

she looks at him bewildered

Jesse puts his hands

in his pockets

she stares at the box

her mouth slightly open

'you made this?'

Jesse answers 'yes'

she looks at him carefully

'it's ours?'

Jesse opens his mouth

stops

then nods

she tries to open it

the box is locked

she looks at him intently

'where's the key?'

Jesse looks at her in the eye

'I gave it to you'

Salvation:

despite the necessary ensuit of dread

that is ever married to the silence of uncertainty

framing doubt almost callously

as if to hang it on the living room wall

beside the greatest of my accomplishments

that fate might relish in my open shame

I am always eager, [naively] filled with hope

as though I had every reason to assume

that this light were true

for, amidst the numbness of hypothermia

and disorientation of the starless night 

any light upon the horizon seems to promise

a sure salvation

and, no matter how hopeless the cause

or how little fight I have left in me

that light shines from an angel

sent by God to rescue me