Faith

 
rejection was his name
and I loved him  
I took him in my home and fed him  
put his picture up over my hearth's mantle  
 
I identified with rejection  
I knew the sting of the world  
felt the shame of not fitting in  
I understood his pain  
 
so much like my own child  
he even resembled me  
we were kindred spirits  
the lost ones  
yes we clicked me and this vagabond  
 
he told me his life stories  
and I told him mine  
in his eyes I found belonging  
 
we looked out on the world from my window  
from my little house of need  
we longed to be a part of things  
we longed to be one with a greater good  
 
I whispered, "I'm going out there"  
he cried, "no don't"  
I saw on his weary face fear  
his face weathered and worn  
bore the scars of his name  
 
I said we would go together  
I would clean him up  
and give him a new name  
Faith I called him  
 
I witnessed a new light to his countenance  
my belief in him was enough  
he was ready to face anything  
with me by his side he could face the demon  
who had named him rejected  
 
so on cautious legs we ventured out  
Faith and I beheld many wonders  
gifted a new sight  
by the light of grace