Finding my Faith

They say that faith comes to the pure

That it is the way we eat

And the way we sit

And the way we behave

That decides who is deserving enough of faith

They say that those who are unruly

And rebellious

Those, who think differently from others

Can never have the same faith

As those who fit well in

They say that faith is according to your goodness

And that badness brings you a black hollow

A deep, dark spiral downwards

Where there's no shimmer of light.

But they're wrong.

They're all wrong

Because I found my faith

In a glass of wine

And dim lights

And a smirk that was better than a thousand words

I found my faith
 In soft, pink hands
 And strokes on the edges
 Of my naked body
 I found my faith
 In a scotch ridden breath
 And late night chatters
 And in the sin
 Of a perfect chocolate cake
 I found my faith
 In those little moments
 Where you and I
 Lay undisturbed
 Undistracted
 Incommunicado
 Where we bared our souls
 And laced our breaths
 And just saw
 The rawness of our creation
 I found my faith
 On a Saturday night
 After a monsoon shower
 And a candle lit dinner
 With your warmth keeping me still
 And your words
 Weaving webs in my brain
 I found my faith
 The moment I knew
 I'd lost myself.