Logical Beliefs Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Covered in a cloak of faith
I searched for sanity and the log
to company my insecurities.

Sick and without a test I was forced
to believe the insane would walk again.

But what of faith I asked myself?
Does God not sweep the rug beneath us
And quiver at the choke of the seams?

I asked God to remove the dirt from under me
Only to be told my belief was caged like an animal
waiting for release.

I want faith to take its next step for me.
But do the insane move or only stand still for
the exchange of temporary relief?