Enigma Poem by Deborah Downes

Faith believes what the senses belie
Its roots go deep though the flower is shy
Strongly waxing in impoverishment
and meekly waning in fulfillment
Almighty is Faith’s power
Ever gentle, it never cowers
Binding humanity to the Creator
and loosing the chains of the destroyer
Though often flawed in its conception
faith elicits near perfection
Though smaller than a mustard seed
the greatest hopes it may exceed
Dreams become reality in its presence,
while reality turns to nightmare in its absence.

Faith is a mystery I choose not to ponder
but rather prefer to bask in its wonder.