Faith

Faith...
The underlying current of my hope lies deep within the crevasses of my being...
An art...
Carefully crafted through the calligraphy of His majesty...
The true Author...
Of my pages...
Chapter 1, chapter 2...
Who knew?
That the Corrina Corrinas of this world...
Would gaze upon mute mouths and not accept the complacency of how?
But actualize the wonder of her woman to be...
Through voice and graceful pen...
His penmanship, would create odysessys and wayfaring pilgrimages...
Of war and peace and the overcoming of defeats... This faith binds and holds...
When there's no other option but to simply let go...
Though unnatural,  in this...
I find solace...
Reasoning and meaning...
To grow unimaginable, to guide, unspeakable, to love conditional, you see?
Through this unrelenting persuasions...
Feeling even!...
That legit doesn't necessarily mean perfect...
For perfection is only in His eye of translation...
The many languages we speak...
Activates the alchemy, a mad scientist in me!...
To believe without ceasing...
Yet compelling me, I can't deny...
Nor hide, though I've tried...
Silence that still small voice that refuses to let me die...
And as a little child...
Fascinated and full of the eternity...
He composed within me...
With song and melody...
I sing the audacity of my convictings...
With every stanza and line, I find...
A macrocosmic view...
My life, His poetry...
Scratches in three stellar doodles of old scrolls...
The memoirs enclose...
The greatest love of all...
The haunting inevitability of my end...
Finally anchored in this peace...
With coffee or tea...
To finally read this masterpiece...