On Faith, Personal or Otherwise Is faith set and certain or is it alive and changing (or is that me)? On one hand, I hold onto a dogma that has been passed on, outlawed, that has martyred and inspired, started wars and healed nations. Is it a solid rock with histories on top or does bad ol’ humanity stay the same, while faith, like vapor, takes up the shape of needed grace? My faith (can it be claimed?) is filed into the different drawers of me. Jesus in my chest, and the saints close by— Blessed Mother behind my eyes, but the Old Testament and the epistles are in some bone or another, still making up my structure but not understood, the tolerated ache undiagnosed. I’ll never be set and certain, so will I ever be whole enough to hold it all at once?
Grace C. Przywara received an English degree from the University of South Carolina. Her poetry has appeared in Ekstasis Magazine and is forthcoming in Rise Up Review, and has placed multiple years in contests hosted by human rights organization Rehumanize International. Grace currently lives in Aiken, South Carolina.