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.