Faith

Do you remember when I was little?

I used to hold my arms out to the sky,

and tell myself that I would let God take me, just because.

I would let him lead me. Anywhere.

Do you remember when I was little?

I used to believe without question,

that my prayers would keep us safe,

that we would be okay.

Because you said so.

Do you remember when I was little?

I used to think that those words would keep us here.

Together and happy.

Do you remember?

I used to think it was enough,

"Dear Lord, Thank you for a wonderful day. Please take care of us while we sleep tonight. Amen."

Do you remember when I started to question?

When words were no longer enough to keep me believing?

When I started to question myself for questioning my beliefs?

Do you remember how I used to be?

Unwavering in conviction and knowledge.

Too young and naive to know what mattered.

I want that. I want that now.

That faith.