That moment you say, ‘I don’t know.’
‘Cannot say for certain.’
‘Don’t know what it is even,
right now, that I believe in.’
You are afraid that such lack of faith
is a nail driven.
Establishing your doubts,
as testimonies upon your door.
Showing you up as one bent
by the wind, easily swayed.
But I think faith is more of an all-weather friend.
Less ready to break ties.
And when we say Faith’s name,
even to question her integrity,
she is likely to raise her head
and ask whose calling.
To see how she may serve you.
Your doubts may be the very thing
to establish reconnection.
That she might give you a ‘why’
therefore to believe in.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
February 2021
Living Tree Poetry 