Faith

In faith, an alteration of history



Sewing for itself a sharp coat



With high collars, for all weather,



Protection and glare.





In faith, a knife,



Carving and gently cutting



Lines and words into sweet letters



To be read before sleep.





In faith, an education,



Private and strong,



And a re-assurance grounded



And immutable.





But for a bird in the lofty skies



Flying with the wind and ashes



Diving only to feed, nest and rest



Can faith help in its flight?