Monday, December 17, 2007

Lost and Found

By Martha Wakenshaw

Lost and Found

I lost my faith, but I'll have to check my back pocket
because I may have stuffed it there absentmindedly and
when no one was looking.

I may have put my faith in a file drawer
to be pulled out later or in the dog's bowl
by accident or the old leather messenger bag
hanging on the wall.

I feel faith trying to find me, tugging
at my sleeve like a small child.

I hear faith crying out in the wilderness in
that wild and wonderful place of unknowing.

I see faith shy and hiding in the shadows
afraid to look up.

I smell faith in the incense thrown all around
like a foggy autumn morning.

I can almost touch faith, brush my cheek
against it's warm body.

Faith plays hide and seek with me
now seeking me, now calling out
"you're it."

Martha Wakenshaw is a member of St. Paul's, a writer, and a psychotherapist. Her website can be found here.

3 comments:

Trent said...

Martha, my Martha. That was beautiful. You find the right word.

mamoor said...

What a thought provoking and original work. Faith is a peek a boo propistion. Thanks for the accessibility of the language.
Tante

Trent said...

kI meant to say 'words'. Martha finds the right words, plural. Although there are plenty of singular words that I enjoy in her piece, my comment was meant to compliment and pay homage to her words in their plural form, which together make for a singularly powerful and moving formation of eloquent thought.