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PROGENY OF FAITH

mom lead us in prayers
Our Fathers and Hail Marys
and Sundays to church

faith of my grandma
also the start that spurred me
to shore up my own

A red leather bible, family size, illustrated with religious art. I’m sure I knew how to read; faces, integrity, angels and naked truth. The gray pleated jumper in youth’s closet - simplicity accompanied by lacy socks and saddle shoes.

smaller than grown hands
with wisdom and faith
a graven missive

Along with distribution of gospels, psalms and proverbs in a tiny book, for unspectacled eyes, the sighting of saints all around - not serpents but doves;
hands of Jesus Christ.

no longer pinching
prayers off of beads - pretty pearls
fall straight out of book

Leaping not with butterflies nor rainbow eyes, but with flaming tongues. Not trancelike but with a sound mind, no fear, power steering.

Not unlike crossing the equator, an imaginary line - the one drawn in the sand. Think also of Indiana Jones, a fictional character - he had to have faith and leap, and then there was the path, solid that led him to the promised land. Empirical proof is divine.

Did you know the word martyr means witness? You become a witness of powerful things; they are as natural as birds chirping, the dawning of a new day.

not a character
like this Indiana Jones.
led by God alone

a witness with faith
coincidence i think not —
power-filled stories

True Christian faith is an adventure. I’m glad I chose to believe in our Savior.

7/10/2020
My Faith Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle

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