Because it is faith,
we think it has never been
wrestled with,
pinned down in the
dark of cold night,
questioned in the moment
when despair is an ocean.
The surface of conversation
avoids the deepest of convictions,
the most personal of trials,
the persistence of hope.
we cover it with labels
and innuendo,
a myriad of boxes,
conveniently ordered.
I see you in my minds eye,
thrown into an earthly hell
puppeteered from a distance
where freezing to death
is only an idea.
You have offered up what matters most,
life,
with a faith that
shrinks and shrivels
all else.
Categories: Poetry