“Beliefs”–A Poem

By: Amanda K. FowlerBreaking Glass

Beliefs shatter worse than glass.
At least glass can be mended,
but when faith is lost
it is often gone forever–
decomposed into sand in the wind.

When we are young,
this is not as grave.
Our understandings are pliable,
still being defined.
Theories are posed
and tossed out,
the clay of our minds
still being shaped
into form.

a belief gained
or proven
is all the more poignant
when acquired later,
because we know
how risky an investment
faith can be,
especially when it didn’t quite
get hardened with that clay.https://i1.wp.com/www.clker.com/cliparts/q/h/2/Y/J/a/kindness-md.png

Angel wings,
unnecessary kindnesses,
These are beautiful to me,
and they will bring me wonder
no matter how old I am,
no matter how many times I see them.
These are what I believe in.