Join with me now in the creation of a faith;
may yours become the portrait
of the father of a God.
Give us the words
that we may spread the glory 'round.
Faith is the flight, we're told,
to know that which cannot be grasped
....that which is not,
in fact, it is beyond
no thing of jewels or of gold.
What it becomes, are footsteps of the mind
directed well past any time we know
or any universe;
we may elect when we may go,
but never when we may return.
But isn't that the nicest thing
about a faith?--
that there are no demands...no limits...
nothing to define
And so, on second thought
you need no words at all.