Faith

F a i t h

by David Whyte


I want to write about faith
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night!


Faithful even as it fades from fullness
slowly becomming that last curving and impossible
silver of light before the final darkness
but I have no faith myself!
I refuse to give it the smallest entery!


Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith!