Belief is like the sensation of a breeze,
goose-flesh like finger tips on our skin

Faith is listening to it roar
yet naught to see from where it cries,

nor with our eyes direct complaint
or worry, both are much the same

Twice  the invisible evidence,
a presence not present but one can elude

there is something more, there, somewhere
out in the wide-yet-to -be-known.

There goes a whisper passing me,
and attend my eyes to watch the gusts

of wind as a witness upon a tree
rustling shaken / limbs creaking / bows

as its old leaves brittle to let go
where they crunch under our giant toes.

Its clear to me, although unseen, there
are much greater things beyond

believe have faith it is absolute like light of day,
to know everything is much too much

Don't lose one's mind to fear, I dare say,
let the sky fall gently April tears

I will drink of it
much the same,

believe me / have  a little
faith...