I have seen faith, felt her
Gently on my face like morning light
I have gazed into her
Naked outright sun like a child
The word ‘faith’ means
An experience of elevation
To that which is properly invisible
A dewdrop or a floating leaf
The yearning for horizons unclear
Even if you dreamed, with open eyes
The faith of the future would
Persuade you that something special
Is near, a luminous speckled light
From some mysterious source
I have seen faith, felt her
Like water on my thirsty lips
I have thought her in my mind
Bringing me closer to nature
Where a brief second seemed
To last a year, I have been that flower
That forgot how not to bloom.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/angels-wings-37355652
Wuji Seshat 
Excellent poem. >KB
Thanks Mate, always nice when you stop by 🙂
It’s usally always nice to do so. I think between us we put out more poetry per day than two dozen people in a week. And it’s not too shabby either. Best>KB
Agreed, it’s fun to be prodigal!
Well written. The simplicity of it is sheer beauty. Keep safe & stay awesome! 🙂
Thank you. It’s scarry to be in full bloom…may we bloom regardless.
how is it scary? Do we fear our youth when we are young? Maybe we barely know what it means…to bloom
I equate blooming to being and showing our best self.. There’s a lot of power in blooming…a lot of moral autbority. Someone who lives that way threatens those who fear losing their own power, so they reject them. I think we fear rejection, so we hide our best selves.
I like your composition saying
“I have been that flower
That forgot how not to bloom.”
yes those are my fav lines too…