Faith

I believe it, every word
Brim to border.
Tell me more of
Fascinations, lamentations, exultations
Waxed and wailed.

Proof is but a juggernaut
Of misbegotten certainty
Pretending to be gospel truth
When little more than fairy tale.

I don’t need your crust of credence.
I have dogma all my own to
Battle bouts of boasts and bluster
Spouting theories past reproach.

Trusting in a greater power
Gives me strength a thousand-fold
To deal with any dreaded demon
Bent to make monstrous approach.

I will lean on faith abundant
When the wind whips wild and free,
Never rail in rants of discord,
Never seek apology.

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