The Black Hole that is Faith.

Nicole sips and sips and sips,
the water she thinks is wine,
goes high on the nectar through her lips,
is thus high on faith, not wine.

Friends relax, with their own,
their favorite selves on their surface,
with their faith in laughter, that godsend,
who questions the faith in friends?

Kin, by a line of blood flowing through their veins,
feel the all blotting shine of faith -
blood shall blot, clot and cleanse,
as it holds together a race.

A little child fears not,
the darkness of the night,
for it has faith in strength, faith unbent,
in its guardian's might.

A lover holds a vigil,yet she worries not,
as she knows her faith shall carry him across any sea,
and her faith in him, his in her, theirs in love,
was but only meant to be.

Under the platform of my palm,
that holds my prashad,
I feel the weight and and pull,
of the institution that is faith.

I may not sing your prayers and hymns,
I may not feel what you feel, but I do feel,
the vibes of faith that you send around,
which bring me to my knees.

In the halls of learning, worship, war and peace -
and starting thoughts are but these -
I give you my respect, if only just,
for the faith pulled from you by those who must.

We all have our Gods, and our faith,
and I put mine in my God's hand,
which nudges me to work and love,
nudges me to reap my land.

Faith, you are beautiful indeed. Which for I salute you.

For it is you who makes us human and strained,
us imperfect - but such a beautiful stain.
Us dirty but to be cleansed, us pained but to be reprived -
you make us one, as we believe.

Faith, you are beautiful indeed.