What Is Belief Poem by Sheila Sharpe

Does belief come from the
intelligent expansion of the heart
or does it ultimately engulf the mind
rendering us gullible
by pushing the brain's two halves apart
If I could believe implicitly
unconditionally
in the promise of a Thereafter
and I believed that I could shadow your footsteps
once more see your faces
once more hold your hands
and once more hear your voices
then, and only then,
in such belief
could I have faith
and then rejoice