Words of Faith

Type-written letters on old yellow pages.

Scratched out lines. Smudged. Rejected.

Ideas, formed and deleted on a whim.

You believe in them, the words.

Or you don't.

And then, the words believe in you.

They can swell and swirl in the shallows,

Pen too slow a spear to snatch them all.

The pen, the desk, and the paper

And the ink and the chair

Wait.

It's a dance of faith.

To believe enough to write.

To believe enough to share.

To believe enough to read.

Fragments of ink become

Vessels of faith

Between us.