Cognōscō - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

My faith, I witness, is a private thing:
I do not rant and rave about it, no:
Instead I rest my honesty below,
Though of a time I come forward and sing.
What I have come to know defies all words,
I can't explain it to a doubting mind:
Attempting so would leave me in a bind,
And yet I trill my faith in the tongue of birds!
My faith is not religion, no indeed:
It's life itself, and not Pascalian wager,
A call but few have reckoned on their pager,
And so I gave my answer, I did heed!
But even now my life's a burden heavy:
Against that bursting dam without a levee.