If You Believe - Don't Poem by sharon wildey

I don't have a dead faith
In anything normal that is
I see people who have figured it all out
By a full limbed embrace of doctrine
Prying their 20 digits off the book
Would take a prophet probably
Certainly not a pea brain person like me
I have a faith
Unformed and probably unfounded
By systematics (yes there are real people who call themselves that)
My faith is treacherous
Demanding
Refuses me complete comfort
Dishing it out to me like a nanny with a pudding
And I a child in her care
My faith keeps me curious
And informed
That I am not god
And maybe there is one
Or a thing somewhere
Way out of my reach
But beckoning
Nonetheless