by Sandra Lowen

Created on: July 19, 2010

BY FAITH: POETRY

By faith I do not question if this will be the day

My eyes will fail to open, my spirit flown away.

By faith I place my feet upon an always-solid floor.

I walk across my bedroom and I open up the door.

My dog runs up to meet me, as I know, by faith, he will.

My children rush to greet me, and they wait for me to fill

Their little bowls with cereal; their faith knows they will eat.

My husband, robed, steps from the shower, and he, too, takes a seat.

We fold our hands and bow our heads and offer up a prayer

Of thanks to God in heaven, who by faith, we know is there.

So many things we take for granted, from the rising sun

To moonlight and to lamplights that flash on when day is done.

There may be those who say God died or never did exist.

Who see belief as foolishness, as naivete’s bliss.

I listen to them patiently. Someday they’ll understand

That while they rail against Him God still holds them in His hand.

And they, too, place their feet upon a floor that doesn’t fail

And prosper in a universe whose colors never pale.

They trust their eyes will open and they do, yes, even though

There’s so much about faith their minds dismiss or do not know.

The world’s not always just or fair, and not everyone

Finds sweet release, untroubled sleep or joy beneath the sun.

But I believe God cares for me and every rambling waif,

And loves us all and guides us all and  leads us all by faith

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