Faith

Ethel Vrana fineartamerica.com

Ethel Vrana
fineartamerica.com

Some would say

faith is a consolation

Say, a pat atop the head

from a benevolent father

pleased with obedience

Comforting solution

to every mystery

 

I’d say that faith

is rather the mystery

Say, the foolish notion

a letter is about to arrive

to tell me ‘Pack a bag!

A bus’ll pick you up

in the morning!’

 

An osprey has

faith in the wind

Say, when he falls

folded from the sky

his wing unfolding 

wet will emerge

from the wave 

            “I have lost the consolation of faith

             though not the ambition to worship.” 

                                            ~ Forrest Gander

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Faith

  1. without faith, we might never dive in

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