Faith

My possessions are few

But equally dear

I cling to them

Like an ivy

Never harming the host;

It’s futile to hoard

But also fun to do so

But there are times

When we have to let go

For man must do something

Before he turns insane.

And that we all do

And usher in sleep

When we know it’s time’

And man does love

With no certainty

Of the return

With the same measure

Of faith we partake

With someone called God.