Faith

What is this thing called “faith” I ask

Is it some kind of crutch

Something that when life goes well

Isn't used as much?

Is it a kind of weakness

for those who need support

Something to get me through

When life is getting fraught?

Is it a flimsy hope

something that won't endure

A wishy washy vagueness

Of which I am unsure?

Does it blow hot and cold

Dependent on circumstance

Can I cast it to one side

without a second glance?

Or is it a solid foundation

A river ever flowing

Is it's constancy secure

However things are going?

Can I stand secure

On this unchanging ground

Can I feel safe

when change is all around?

Is it the very essence

Of all I am, Of me

Am I known for real faith

For this one certainty?

I can't say I never question

I don't say I never doubt

But do I return to faith

Do I sort my feelings out?

The answer must be “yes”

My only certain cry

Is faith in Him who loved me so

He was prepared to die

Faith in Him my constant truth

Only He can be

My hope through life, my hope in death

The only hope for me.

Karen Holmes

25 October 2010