Faith

Faith is like an oak tree

climbing it's branches, you see

obstacles in the way

branches and twigs which make you say

"I'd rather be on the ground,

at least then I can't fall down."

At this point, some descend

Of their journey, this is the end.

They return to the dirt, from whence they came

wondering why they won't climb again.

Others climb high, and try so hard

but slip and fall, their failure as piercing as glassy shards.

The branches have a firm support

they anchor you like a ship to a port

Some question why you chose to make the climb

in return, you ask why they declined

The tree has many different levels

The sky is God's, the ground is the devil's

which makes you ask the question:

"Where am I on the tree of faith?"