If you were washed overboard
in a thunder storm at sea;
Tossed about, Up and down,
with each heave
of crashing waves;
Pelted with torrential rain,
Floating,
helplessly;
And then you see
The light flashing upon a bouy-
Would you not swim for your life,
Intending to cling upon its hull,
To Hold fast and rest your body,
For its ability to float
Is independent of its stamina;
Where-in yours is fading
treading water just to breathe:

- This -
- is faith -
or one of its faces.

You need not know who placed it there
or why, or what purpose it serves,
It bobbing in the waves
and staying afloat
is all you’d need;
and trusting in its constitution,
You believe it will remain
at the surface,
Indefinitely.
Even if you don’t know its name,
You believe it can sustain you;
Whether or not anything else
will come to your aid.
Why relinquish hope
to accept drowning
when you can, simply, hold on?


- Such is faith -

You need not know
From whence it came,
Just that it’s there
in your time of desperation,
floating endlessly, in place;
And if you just trust it serves its purpose,
as well as yours,
and you hold on,
The storm will pass,
and perhaps,
a savior
will eventually come along;

But don’t hold your breath
- Hold tight and breathe -