The Fall Of Faith

There is a fall of faith.

A period when the summer of warm confidence

         fades.

The mountain peak of rebirth is a rumored

         memory.

And ones coffee now steams in the morning

And songbirds are drifting southerly one by one.

We sit in the rocker of the valley and gaze at

         the peaks of faith.

Did we actually move there beholding the Faces of God?

Fall has come upon us and somber bliss it is.

Because as sure as faith cools and winter winds gather

Spring is not a rumor or tale of wishful imaginations.

So rest in this fall from faith’s mountain

Because only in the fall are we assured there is a spring.