My Faith In Something Greater (A Poem)

Martha - Northfield, Minnesota
Entered on February 28, 2008
Age Group: Under 18

The swirled yellowing wheat,

The cobalt color of a lake,

The endless curving sky, scattered by white fluff,

The tint of color streaked far above,

As though an artist took a brush and went to work,

A vision.


These joys, these gifts, this happiness.

The golden bright flowers, the daffodils, tulips, poppies, lilies,

This color, this light.

Faith ever present.

But the cobwebs,

The hopelessness,

The war,

The hatred.

The cloudiness,


The sickness,

The unhappiness,


Where is faith?

Faith is a puzzle,

Sometimes complete,

A picture to show.

Hope, happiness.

Faith is a puzzle,

Each piece strewn and unattached.

Loneliness and despair.


God is my nourishment,

Love, help, support.

If my throat begins to crack, my eyes about to erupt with tears,

If I am in pain,

God is near.

When I am lonely I have a companion.

When I have sinned,

I’m given forgiveness.

When I am unhappy or ignored,

I have a listener.

God is love.

Life is not perfect,

Happiness is not forever.

We need faith,


As years become history,

I feel God’s love more strongly.

I need God.

Without God,

I would have no path to follow,

No lantern for light.

No sunshine to grow my garden,

No rainbows for hope.

Only guilt,

And despair.

Faith gives an understanding,

The troubles we face,

The hopelessness abounding,

Guiding during times in ditches and in gravel.

We need guidance,

We need explanation for why we are here,

We need some hope for what will be next,

We need acceptance,


I am a follower.

I no longer remember not taking communion.

Even as a child,

A gift.

The blood and the flesh we ingest,

A sign of hope,


Christ is present.

The cool oily water,


Feels silken.


Water, the sign of life,

Without water,

Nothing exists.

Baptism is a gift,

A sign of Christ,

A mark,

We are one with God.

Comfort and unity,

Holy Baptism.

Despite the intense love

Of Christ,

I cannot always be swayed,

When I do I wonder with astonishment,

Why must I get so stuck in the quicksand of daily life,

Forget to take break,


Worship is medicinal,

A comfort.

A continuation of our belief

In something greater.

The hymns we sing,

Communion we share,

The Bible readings,

Take the stones and rocks out of bodies,

Give us peace,

They give us hope,

And of course,


Sin is something constant.

In our lives, glued.

Never encountering sin,

Our world,

A place of peace and happiness.

No uncomfortable feelings,

No hatred.

If only we didn’t sin.

We are forgiven.

Are we really forgiven?

Is there proof that Jesus died on a cross?

We don’t know.

But we can have faith,


We can have faith to guide us,

To give us directions,

We cannot go blind.

Faith and Christ,

Give us directions,

As our compass.

I have a deep,

mysterious faith in Christ,

Different than others’.

But I question,


Will we have happy lives,

Will we die up above,

Bright lights surrounding?

We don’t know.

But we can have faith.

We can hope,

We can pray,

Waiting for someone to listen.

Times arrive,

Christianity seems fictional,

I question,



Times I look around,

See immense beauty,

Then I almost know,

There probably is

A higher power.

I question,





I have faith,

For what will come.

The lilies and poppies, and flowers,

The skies and dawn and sunset,

Animals roaming the land,

The people,



My faith.