On Faith
Mar 23 2011 Filed in: Poem
Mark W. said something about faith last evening
that made me think about this...
Especially as faith is so often longed for, and so hard to hold sometimes.
Sometimes, just wanting to have faith is the necessary opening
I want to write about faith:
About the way the moon
Rises over cold snow
Night after night
Faithful
Even in its fading from fullness
Slowly becoming
That last curling and impossible
Sliver of light
Before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself.
I do not give it the smallest entry.
Let this, then, my small poem
Like a new moon
Slender and barely open
Be the first prayer
That opens me to faith.
~David Whyte
that made me think about this...
Especially as faith is so often longed for, and so hard to hold sometimes.
Sometimes, just wanting to have faith is the necessary opening
I want to write about faith:
About the way the moon
Rises over cold snow
Night after night
Faithful
Even in its fading from fullness
Slowly becoming
That last curling and impossible
Sliver of light
Before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself.
I do not give it the smallest entry.
Let this, then, my small poem
Like a new moon
Slender and barely open
Be the first prayer
That opens me to faith.
~David Whyte