Raw Faith

Raw Faith

(October 2009)

It exists without conversation

Or much, if any theology

It isn’t wrapped neatly

In a self-sanctified package

In fact…to many,

it

is

Invisible

clouded

by

worn out faces

bowed down heads

glossy eyes

dreams and “success”

choked by survival

but yet

Raw faith stands

It stands

on the bus stop in the prayers

Of a young mother…who needs

To be to work on time

It kneels in the chapel

As tears run down

And faith refuses to run out

It screams when every system

Seems to fight you and the dreams

Of your children

It comforts when gun shots

Ring…sirens blare…

And thoughts of your baby boy 19

Wonder...in fear

Raw Faith shows up

Refusing to go back to sleep

Leaving at 5 to a job which falls short

Every month

When at the edge

It beckons you back

It trickles out of every conversation even

When camouflaged by “words”

At times it is faint, only a whisper from

Weary lips

The size of a mustard seed