Faith

Would I have walked the wave,

feet gliding over salt water 

as cool as glass, moonbeams

like tinsel, stars like confetti,

my God waiting to comfort me?

Would I have kept the vigil,

expectant and observant

during the lure of night, 

refused my body’s ache for rest,

ignored the weight pulling down

my eyes?  Would I have claimed

to know Him, said yes to every

inquiry of my relation, three

absolute affirmations before

the rooster crowed? 

How would I know of such 

deep introspections to answer 

the question: What faith have I?

—C.L. Fisher, October 2020

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