Progeny of Faith

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