FAITH: SILENT AND STILL

Faith lays silent and still,
a gentle prayer, a whisper,
a morning affirmation,
a vesper, a belief meant
as a relief for a troubled soul.

Faith is an internal discussion,
a rumble, a percussion,
an impression upon which
we hang our admission.
“We believe!”

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Faith” Poem

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #31: Still

I CALL IT FAITH

You call it magic.
I call it faith; a belief that says
no matter what, you’re on board.
You can afford to extend your hand,
for in the grand scheme of things
the feeling this season brings
soothes your soul. The main goal
of every man, woman and child
is to hold the love in their hearts.
It always starts with love. A love of life,
a love of fellow man, a love unconditional
that positions you to do great things.
Peace on earth in goodwill and love;
the Magic of Christmas, a treasure trove.
You call it magic.I call it faith.
I am Santa Claus, if you truly believe.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Faith” Poem

RUNNING AWAY

Adam hid in the Garden of Eden.
Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed
by a whale. Man likes to run
from God. As soon as I could walk,
I started running. The Big Boss;
the Head Rabbi – if I saw Him coming
down the hallway, I ducked down
a corridor. He was tall and I felt tiny
in His presence. I ran until He couldn’t
see me anymore. We had once been closer,
but I hadn’t really been around Him
in twenty-five years. Man likes to run from God.
But I was headed in the other direction.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

A “found” poem with lines taken
from Mitch Albom’s “have a little faith”.