Faith is an Ocean Wave
Devotion is a footprint washing away, a word of mercy
taken by the wind like a dandelion spore
landing on the iron-hammered rails
holding up the architecture of power
where blind faith is symbolized
in columned estates, in statues of men
with swords turning tradition into bedsores
because fearing God is not love or belief
but obedience to grief, a man’s plot
when he’s left without some need filled
other than to feed
for the sake of a feast
because grace has no lot
to be fenced.
Faith can be seen in wounds & in nursing,
in healing, can be seen
in shared sin followed by fruitful
penitence
in raw/beef feeling
chained to sacrifice
with no list of prices
for healing.
Faith can be seen rising on the ocean waves,
not in tallying votes,
can be heard when froth crashes ashore
can be tasted in the pattern of swells
not in the balance between similar & same
nor in the light where innocence rests
but where the shade is to blame
for covering our mess.
