Belief |t|

The contemporary affliction is a lack

of conviction; and though this is not a 

call to believe in some Redeemer of it

all (This is not a call to superstition at

all) I do wish we were given licence 

to drop into the dopey, gooey naivety

of endlessly finding one another - 

sisters, brothers And returning to a 

hope in love and its Grandeur 

Faith is most real when it's found in

the hands of a tiny creature with an

erratic heart, beating bedside and 

suffering in shallow serum supposing

that miracles are those flowing lines

of hips, breasts, the tenderest clay

Here today to wed in an earnest 

union of everything seen and in front

of the other

Always