Faith

~ Faith ~

 

She wore faith like a gossamer wrap

fragile and delicate

yet of such beauty

she did her best to protect it

 

time and again

she fought against the winds

- of change, of reason, of doubt -

her faith fluttering about her shoulders

threatening to float away.

she sought the wisdom of the moon

to hold on tighter

 

the moon whispered down to her:

sometimes,

you have to let go, to hold on

 

she wavered

when had the moon ever delivered?

then she wondered

if perhaps the moon always had

but she had been too focused to see

 

her ideals and hopes

dance on the wind

lifting and teasing her faith

she wants what she cannot see

and she cannot see what she wants

 

she doubles down on the moon

releasing her grasp

she gives freedom to her faith

and come the dawn

what will be, will be.

 

(c) Dahlia Ramone:  January 27, 2019

 

 

 

 

This was written for Blogophilia

Week 48.11 Topic: High Noon

(I did not write on topic)

 

Bonus Prompts:

Hard (2 pets):  Quote the Philosopher Alan Watts *

Easy (1 pt):  Include a breakfast food (doubles) **

 

* Included in photo above

** Doubles is a common street food

in Trinidad and Tobago

(used in last stanza)