To Faith

A short poem about the loss of faith.

Faith is
a sweet silver liquid and, as children,
we are cups overflowing with its abundance.
Faith is
nectar that easily quenches 
our adolescent thirsts.

Faith is
diminished, as we grow older. 
That quicksilver nectar no longer brims 
our growing cups; we are no longer satisfied 
with the simple answers. 
Faith is 
not enough to quench
our adult thirsts.

Faith is
There is no single moment 
but, rather, like the thick fog rolling into San Francisco 
it is a gradual, loss of clarity. 
Replaced by apathy and indifference, eventually,

Faith is 

The End

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