feature-faith-crisis_520In this world of constant change

Feelings may surface that seem strange

When all good people stop and wonder

Just what spell we’ve all been under

The time to question what we feel

Beginning to understand a faith that’s real

Now things outside no longer matter

The deafening of external chatter

Searching inside for a place that’s safe

And in our search we find our faith

Though nothing easy of which to speak

Into ourselves we are allowed to peak

Among our thoughts are hidden answers

Skirting us like tiny dancers

When we relax and catch the flow

The tiny dancers begin to show

Our peace of mind begins to rust

When in ourselves we no longer trust

At myself I’ll cast no stone

Internal faith is my path home

                                                                                    – Raven Magik