Faith


The dictionary said;

trust in somebody's ability or knowledge; trust that somebody or something will do what has been promised

Faith... how it all came to me and how it got a stronger hold in me through a sentence or two. How God work in miraculous ways and plans everything so precisely that it shall fall and slip into the gaps of our thoughts.... Finally, the way it convinces you. The creator, upstairs above us is really good at putting people at awe. No wonder, 'The AWEsome God'.


Just as I was sinking in the realm of doubts, sitting on the island of uncertainties and wallowing in what-you-would-usually call insecurity, He made me aware that I am not alone. I boarded the ship of insecurity alone, my thoughts... I failed to notice that I have boarded and checked into a room in the ship. All these while, I was looking at the sea through a window and it felt like I was in the ship alone.


I guess it is a mistake everyone make in life, its belittling to call it a mistake, a lesson it is. Feeling that my friends are in other ships and how they are sailing away... As the thoughts reside in my mind, the views in my window looked different. Suddenly the sea looked rougher, darker, more mysterious... The sky seems suspicious, then I began developing this air of awareness around me. Every step, every move and every breath is noted down. I feel choked, claustrophobic, and faint. Everything looked spinny and swirly... I am helpless.


It rang but I am too dizzy to notice. So it rang and rang and rang... The bubble of delusion finally burst, I stepped out and I realised that all of them are on board with me just in different rooms. Different windows, different decks, different views... But the same ship.


Faith... there's where it cuts in... Like a surgery knife opening the valves in your heart clearing the clogged vessels, allowing fresh oxidised blood to rush in... Resuscitating the colour of the lips... Faith... that's how it came...


Just in a different physique... the feeling? Same... or maybe greater.


Faith,
I wonder if you have a gender, a reason, or an attitude?
I don't know really...
But what I do know is that you are intangible but intact.


Faith,
You are to me, this sense of trust, hope, and belief that has no substantial prove over a matter.
You are purely something that;
those who can't see call blind,
those who can't hear call deaf,
those who can't speak call mute...
Physically dead but spiritually alive
Because;
I cannot see, hear or speak of you...
As if crippled or dead...
But you are very much alive in me...


Faith... that's what you are to this rebel child.