My Faith In Me
My faith in me
Have made vast changes to my dream
I shall never be again who I am
But who he meant for me to be
A pilgrim whose nomadic days are o'er
I did not come saturated like a tree
Behind whose walls the incessant engines hum
Cracking water on the processing line
Churning marketable products out of light
I did not come saturated like a tree
My faith was a pounding hammer on my temple door
My mind was rock hard plastered against such a storm
I did not know worldly reason could make such a wall
For I was just a memory of Babel's traditions scrawled
On the evening news like old newspaper
On the evening news the old newsmaker
Identity was then just Babel's muckraker
Yet I was obsess with queries
For that an earthworm outlived God's image was not right
And reptiles that would grow their tails again
And amoebas so immortal almost, and my fading sight
Things beyond the crucibles of all my pain
I needed to know why was I born if still I had to die
Faith was a rough boot against an heckling egg.
And yet it was a gift to me
Mailed to my querying address, a gift to cover nakedness
Where temple walls ill-suffice
The boundaries of my quest
And once I thought I took it like a tree
But now ever bending on my knees
I am an ancient sea
Composed of rivers, salt, and rain
And sunlight
Making me into atmosphere again.
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