question mark

what is this thing I call faith?

what does it ask from me?

what does it cost me?

Is it an inconvenience to my well-fed life; a trinket on the shelf of necessity? Does it hold water or leak feverishly?

has it required loss from me?

have my hands yet burned with the history of martyrs? Am I deaf to the roaring of lions, witnessing of those who stood unafraid?

what is this thing I call faith?

Is it a word? A feeling? Something I move about and come back to? Does it call for a severe obedience or merely a casual following?

Are the lights too brilliant in my eyes to see the war waging?

what is this thing I call faith?