Faith
It is not a stained glass window of glinting shades
It is the mirror flowing in my self communion
It is not a waterfall frozen in time
It is the river passing through me, moment by moment, never the same
It is not a rock upon which I stand
It is all rocks at all times, strewn everywhere, and I within
It is not the harmony of a congregation
It is the hollow note inside a single whisper
It is not a giving up or a giving over
It is the ever given and the ever returning
It is not hands held in prayer
It is the two holes meeting
It is not a vision of a burning bush
It is the extinguishing of the flame
It is the kingdom of ash within the land of mud and weeds, it is the stars beyond dripping over valleys of clay, hills of soot
It is the dust within
Never the rib without
Cal Moore 2019
