My experience with belief is such my experience with knowing
I seek belief in something or someone
much as I wonder at the flow of water or the fall of grains of sand.
The more I experience and observe
The more I realize I do not understand
The more I distance myself from understanding.
As my pursuit of a belief in something matures
I recognize my naivete about that subject
And the complexity of belief as a whole.
Those in whom I would believe
Prove as impenetrable as the reasons for nature’s wrath.
No construction or regimen can prevent the eventual
Devastation of disappoint in a person whom have placed your faith.
No study can tell you when faux integrity
Will fall upon you and crush your simple belief.
It would be better to study the water’s flow
Or the fall of the grains of sand
Than to work at belief in something of man
Or man himself.
Though never fully understandable
Water and sand are concrete in their content
Man and his manufacture live far too malleable
For either belief in or understanding of thus
Take away my desire to believe
Reinforce my faith in the pursuit of knowledge
And the satisfaction of its fruits
That one day soon I will lay me down
Among my dead beliefs and those I once believed in
The reality of water’s flow and sand grains falling
Will comfort me, and my faith shall be with them.
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