poem

[lovessong]

"Do you think faith is a gift?" you asked
And I stuttered
" . . . I don't know"
Caught up in "justified by" and
"or works" and
all the "should believes"

And then
I did know

It's not about justification or "should" anything
Not some prize for being good
(who could be good enough?)

I was shocked to realize that I do have faith
That faith has me
And it is a gift
The gift

I cried out for comfort
And the trees, faith's snow covered sentinels,
answered me
I spoke into a dark and empty room
"Give me a path"
And faith's sword pierced my heart

And here, on a street corner in Edgewater
You, my friend, asked a question
Offered me the gift of looking my life in the face
and finding faith there, again
for the first time.