On Faith…

Author’s Note
I’ve been thinking about faith a lot in the past few years. I spent hours last night working on a piece. This is not that piece. This is an anaphora poem from tonight’s first Unspoken Ink prompt. Poetry is not my genre either, so I’m all sorts of out of my comfort zone in tonight’s writings.
I figure if I keep thinking and writing I will eventually get my head, my heart, and my soul right.
On Faith
Faith is belief in things unseen.
Faith is believing you don’t have to go through this alone.
Faith is knowing he will raise you up on the last day.
Faith is wondering where he is during the fall.
Faith is hoping like hell that’s a ball pit down there while you’re falling.
Faith is swimming against the current when your arms gave out ten miles ago.
Faith is knowing with every fiber of your being that going to find the shore.
Faith is making it to shore and having no idea where to go next or how to get there.
Faith is lighting smoke signals every day in the hopes you will be found.
Faith is continuing on barefoot and alone.
Faith is continuing to walk even though you don’t know the way.
Faith is wondering who crashed the plane and if the pilot survived.
Faith is wondering where he is.
Faith is lighting another Goddamn smoke signal fire.
Faith is knowing a rescue (answers) may never come but walking on and lighting fires anyway, because you have faith there will come a road that will lead you home.
Faith is belief in things unseen.