to believe

when i’m pressed into the soil of her grave
i believe

through experience and the action of pushing forward
i seek Him

it is not in the mutterings and murmurings
of my own intellect and doubt
where faith resides

those nuisances are mere distractions —
i believe when i am living out
suffering made whole

it is blood and bones that draw me towards Him
not, as they would claim it,
in mere thought and silly abstraction

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