Kept
Faith calls, comes in,
but doesn’t stay, won’t be kept
on display like that – in a frame
on a cross, for people to see.
Faith loses interest in what we think
it should be. Faith waits, easy to find,
difficult to follow. Faith is us
flailing, failing, falling asleep
with the television on. Faith waits,
but we can’t keep it waiting.
Faith knows that even the ocean
grows tired of itself sometimes.
James Lilliefors is a poet and novelist, whose writing has appeared in Door Is A Jar, Ploughshares, The Washington Post, The Belfast Review, The Miami Herald, and elsewhere. His first poetry collection, SUDDEN SHADOWS, will be published in October.
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