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.