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.