Faith

You scoff at the stories

of how people found God —

I love you and the aliveness

behind your stance, the unwillingness

to be sold salvation by anyone,

to swallow stories

that set things neatly up —

castles made of blocks —

and plant the faithful conveniently

at the top

Some people may be called to faith

as if it were a club, and some, as if it were

network marketing.

You will never believe

what someone else tells you —

The voice inside,

deeper in than where suggestions can be planted,

whispers what you are:

You’ll follow that.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 12, 2015