Faith

by Philip Shin

How do they believe?

That which cannot be perceived, that which can be believed
That which is an ethereal wisp in the minds of the masses
That which ignites hearts, coaxes anger from its sheath, tears the earth asunder
How can it be?

The people flee that which they cannot understand
Or pen it in, bite their thumbs, cast it into darkness
Yet this they give themselves to, fight and die for, sacrifice all for

Deliverance, they were promised, they now seek
Or so they say

Where are the unfettered powers, residing in their lofty heights, exacting judgment on the world?
Where are the voices echoing from the abyss, whispering instructions to those deemed worthy?
Where are the figures of hallowed texts, who parted waves and rose from death?
I cannot find them
Have you?

Perhaps I am blind
Tainted by some ancient curse, the one amongst the many, spewing blasphemous utterances
Soon to be smote down

But I will believe
What I can see