Kahlil Gibran Faith

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have seen both angels and demons

in people.

I have blessed and cursed the gilt cross,

(and borne the guilt of that loss),

of that symbol at the top

of the steeple.

 

I have witnessed the whispers of a faith so broken

that I could have sworn

the candle had gone out…

blasphemies unspoken, extinguished, forlorn,

doused by doubt.

Then flickering, then flaring to life

once more.

Hesitant to blindly leap

through Hope’s open door,

(it is a tale of patient observation).

 

To define the schism of a soul;

that of wanting to believe,

but in fear

of giving up

control.

Faith begins

pure white,

the color of the hottest flame

within.

Cast aside your fear

and embrace

the life you’re in!

(And your unique place in it).

 

Black, white, the infinite shades of grey,

all linger and swirl in the inner world,

with faith as an empty, clean, blank slate,

despite differences in how we pray,

or meditate,

there is only One

and we are all connected.

As for Faith…

it can continually die and be

resurrected.

 

What I know

is that

The Universe will continue,

whether we believe in it or not.

~ © 2016 Corina Ravenscraft

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