Believe

It’s not passive, not simply static and passing, that is

we don’t fall into it, or follow someone else into it.

But is it worth it?

Is this conclusion really worthy,

can I bring the best and the worst of me?

 

All around me attractive

distracting,

my life packed in

with paths that weave in and out

of what is felt, thought, seen.

And is it all so clear cut?

 

Can I walk in faith, without sight,

with a pace set by a faulty heart?

Or be strong and courageous in an age when

we swipe through a book that makes us?

Rather than aligned to The book that was graced us.

 

With confidence in what I’ve received

from the creator of the land, stars, sea.

My dead self is breathed to walking

in the shadow going before me.

And so I do, I fully choose through, a strength not mine but received, and whose truth I

believe