What do you believe in?
I’m asked, when protest
Beads in, on strings of thought
A natural zinging, of resonance.
What do you believe?
The next level of probing
In the inquisition of Faith
To pigeon-hole a generation.
Do remove the interrogator
I retort, and let the question determine.
They acquiesce, perplexed.
“Do you believe?” Ha!
You are not of the Faith –
They proclaim – brand you thus
If you were one, they argue,
Question us, dare you?
I believe, Oh! I do.
In the essential faith, I carry
Not in a retributive power
But in flawed humanity
That shall, ever, questing, make
Discoveries, within and without.
The zenith of our possibility
The nadir of our actions.
And, believing, we too can believe
In our own selves –
Pray to a forgiving power.
The ONE within, to help, the ONE WITHOUT.
29 October, 2018 (unpublished here 😮 ), for
2 April, 2020, Day 2 of #NaPoWriMo2020
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