In 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
