there is a point where faith becomes tested,
tried by terrible, terrifying, torrential circumstances
circumventing the way things ought to be,
the way our imagination illusively illumines outcome
as some sort of sacred sermon on meaning
revealing how close we’ve kept to our own beliefs.
faith, however, is not contingent on a belief
being perfectly flawless, fixated, and frozen solid.
it is a state of being that says most simply,
mystery exists in this world and I choose to believe.
there is a point where knowledge becomes tested,
tried by new and neutralizing, sometimes negating, information
changing how we conceive things in our current world,
causing much contemplation and reconfiguration to release
into our minds the immediate metaphysical meaning
we attribute to such a sacrosanct scientific selection process.
knowledge, however separate, is not devoid of faith;
rather it is faith that drives intra-informational deductive conclusions
to be sought after so steadfastly, so scrupulously,
so stridently in pursuit of the noble notion we can learn
it is this state of believing in something of significance,
something greater than that which we already know.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of The Thinking Dark collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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