Faith
Faith is our mate alone
Searching for an eastward light,
Straining for the whistle’s moan
Certainties in the dead of night.
Faith is the harbor rounded
Beyond the roiling, last long beat,
A solid hull the seas have pounded
Soon, soon, our sail’s complete.
Faith is the ember’s fire
Alight in windows from ashore,
The single steeple’s spire,
The open hearth beyond the door.
Faith may be a simple thing
A tune you knew from birth to sing,
Or hard-gained through blinding snow,
It does not matter how you know.
