Blog Project Day 102: A Poem About Other Things
“A Poem About Other Things”*
I have faith in God. I have faith in science. I have faith that as Jesus walked on water, I can walk the chasm between God and what this world wants to make of him.
Grief is the engine of my tongue, my tongue keeps faith with grief.
We all descend to the dead. We all learn the daily ritual of resurrection. The trouble is sewing up enough faith to come all the way back and mean it.
Even with my glasses on, things are always slightly askew.
I believe that Joseph isn’t mentioned at the crucifixion because God my father needed to send me a secret message about faith, about fathers.
In a borrowed bedroom, my brother searches his Bible for proof that Jesus was only a man.
I believe in God the Father, almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in caffeine. I believe in community. I believe in magic tricks.
When the preacher touched me, I fell back and back. I keep falling till someone catches me, and I am falling now, which is a type of faith I think.