The Faith I've Put In Stars Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Once I believed that faith,
the heavens handwork
that hangs my faith, my wonder,
is just the peak highpoint of some
agile remoteness to dangle across.

The routes that followed and fixed the skies
Fixed to curl about us like bowed arcs
That as the passing of dawns draws us
Maps or tracings of understanding
To see if from there we had missed something

And when it would bowl back, the dawn
We would believe that it went on forever
But as even the most furtive faith untold must falter
We could not tell that living this lesson once shone in skies
The east before the dawn, yet there were so many stars above