FAITH
June 15, 2004

People have faith in different things. Jobs. Gods. Politicians. Parents. The cosmos. But once in a while, that faith is shattered.

:::::::::::::::::::Shattered

Like shards of glass, broken faith can cut to the bone and leave lasting scars that never heal. Most of us have been cut by one or two of these razor sharp wedges of pain, but some of us have not been touched with the piercing pain that unfaithfulness inflicts upon us. I am one of these few.

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::Piercing Pain

I have never been cheated upon, ripped off, hurt, or manipulated beyond forgiveness as to have the fragile faith I have in the goodness of others to be broken beyond repair. Am I one of the lucky ones? Or have I convinced myself to be continually oblivious or naive in the stark reality that most people are full of faults?

:::::::::Full of Fault

Currently, I am unable to relate to friends, co-workers, family members, or society at large because I have NOT been hurt by someone I have loved or trusted. However, somewhere lurking around the corner, trust begs to be tested and my bubble of innocence will burst into a million micro-crystals, swiftly falling to the dirt below.

::::::::::::::::::::::Trust Begs to be Tested

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the King's horses.
And all the King's men.
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::A Great Fall

I will be hurt at some point in my life. I will be stabbed in the heart and the dagger will be left to enable my bleeding soul to pour out for eternity. I must pray and I must have faith... in myself... not to build a wall, climb upon it, and wait for someone to pull me down.