Lovers Poem by Wilson Richardson

Faith never really got to me
I tried at first to fully see
In time I thought it would not be

I grew and hungered for things beyond grand
Meaning for a life with the knowledge in my hand
With this gift, be the man I was meant to be
Something great, a crafter of my destiny

Strong in my conviction that reason was king
Yet I had not a clue what the future would bring
With a warm wind love may come and bend the knee
Soften the pride, humble the heart and breed humility

With strokes of sun in morning light
Blessed with quiet and perfect sight

Years of blindness to faith so foolish
Faith is not a religion used on the mulish

Faith is divinity found within others
Deepest set in those called lovers