Walking Through Glue

I’ve been banking my belief

In something better is faith,

That there is this other who cares,

Who is a who and not impersonal,

Or a figment, an invention

Out of desperation to explain

What there is no explanation for.

I recognize it is comforting

To believe in a loving God.

It makes the going easier

In the face of what it is to live

The constant disappointment of being alive.

Is it faith telling me this trying

To walk through glue will pass?

If it does pass is what I call faith faith?

It’s convenient having to wait to see

If I wake up after I die

To get an answer.

Is that why it’s called faith?

Is it desperation making me cling so?

If it is desperation,

Is that good or bad?