Faith and Disobedience
When I heard how you raised
the little girl who died,
with searching hands
I found you,
and felt a strange new thirst
for light,
So I begged
for a miracle.
You asked me
if I believed
that you really could do
such a thing,
could illuminate
my personal night.
Filled
with inexplicable
faith, I said
yes!
and when you touched my eyes,
I saw your face
with a newborn’s sight.
Lord, I cannot lock
your love,
inside my heart!
my very sinews will burst!
So, disobedient in my praise,
I shout it out
through this bright, new day!
poem by Steven Federle
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