Butterflies and Land Mines
Reason is our soul’s left hand, Faith her right. ~John Donne
Faith is a white horse that must run in the black of night
and the soul is the rider that must hold on with no reins in sight.
It is a treacherous journey that requires a lot of guts.
The kind that walks through land mines with eyes completely shut.
So let go of your logistics and reach out for something true.
A credence that is mightier than any scientific proof.
For genuine conviction is a force that moves through hardy walls
and the voice that drives it onward has an ever gentle call.
You see the cement of the soul is full of both tenderness and might.
For faith is a true force yet enigma like butterflies and land mines.