Treatise on God III

~ Exert from the Book of Faith

I’ve lived a modest life, told the truth
But I lived as if I had little Faith
Never did I once imagine
That nothing was impossible for me –

But to move mountains faith is required
For requests to be granted
For our hour of liberation to arrive
Of greater worth than gold, I ask for Faith

That which was once promised
From all that was sacrificed
Preaching is useless without that secret
Faith for which there is no easy remedy

The lasting listening, the last friend
For which there is no book, no sight
Invisible was our God, as mystical as the night –
Now faith is a kind of knowledge

That rests upon the hope of eternal life
Not for I myself, but for the promised beloveds
For a kind of salvation outside the scope of profit
But I have loved as if my faith was inexhaustible.