it’s not faith that’s the factor.

it’s not faith that’s the factor

or the lack thereof

it’s the dust of the storm when it comes

the unavoidable choke of it

blocking the sun

filling the lungs

which

strain and forget

strain and forget

to breathe

*

of course the head knows

all about

power in the blood

but the flesh knows that age old song

goes hand-in-hand

with the slice of the knife that brings it forth

*

no, faith is not the factor

as much as

the billowing force of winds

and dust

ineludable

*

no matter the scarves we frantically tie

around our faces

all must settle

before we release

the great exhale of peace

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So I’ll be bold
As well as strong
And use my head alongside my heart
So tame my flesh
And fix my eyes
That tethered mind free from the lies

But I’ll kneel down
Wait for now
I’ll kneel down
Know my ground

~Mumford & Sons

jonesing on faith. a poem.

great is the gap
between faith and fear,
winds of weariness chipping away
until giant craggy places erupt from the smooth plains.
doubt dredges deep against sharpened cliffs of blessed assurance,
and
a river runs through
hope, twisting
toward the
Sun.
*
at any rate,
for whatever it’s worth,
Indiana Jones knew half
the battle of the canyon
is
taking the first
step

*****

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