Contemplating Faith

We speak of faith

This ‘thing’ not seen

In which we put our trust

Upon a Rock

Of hope we lean

To reach beyond this dust

Oh, what is faith?

How can we know

Until it has been tried

If it exists,

If it is real

Or just our misled pride?

We speak of faith

A precious hope

The anchor of our soul

But will it be enough to cope

When life’s vile tempests roll?

And will this substance

We hope for

This evidence not seen

Carry us to heaven’s door

When this earth’s shore grows dim?

We speak of faith

We cannot show

The doubter any proof

Of certainties

Of why’s or how’s

As we cling to its truth

And this is faith

To trust and know

In every step we take

That He who has

Ordained it so

He makes no mistake

© Janet Martin

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. Heb. 11:1

“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”

St. Thomas Aquinas~