Blind Faith

“How can you decide on blind faith”,

I asked my ailing friend.

“So many choices to be made,

Who knows how it will end!

Blind faith just can’t be all you use

To get back on the mend!”

“Faith is not blind”, she said to me,

“It sees things so clearly;

The geese that follow summer south,

The blossom and the bee,

The setting sun, like searing flame,

Snagged in a winter tree.”

“It sees the song lost in the heart

That forgot how to sing,

It sees the trees lost in the snow

And sees the coming spring

It sees the sunrise through the mist

And wild ducks on the wing.”

“Faith is not blind, it cannot be.

It sees beyond the fear

It sees the peace that follows pain

It sees the swift wiped tear

It sees the laughter and the grief

It sees them true and clear.”

“Faith is not blind, for it can see

The things beyond my sight

It will guide me in my choice

And I will be alright,”

And then she smiled a peaceful smile,

One void of angst and fright.

That’s when I started to believe

My friend could clearly see

The truths of life and living well

That had eluded me.

Now when I pray I always make

Glasses of Faith my plea.

Matthew 17: 20

He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."