Climbing rope
of inborn Faith
rubbed by Reason
and Commonsense
outer threads
so frayed
fear of snapping
giving way
to Logic’s
tiresome friction.
Terror of the fraying rope
aware of chasm waiting fall
Despair decides against all Faith
rope serves no purpose after all.
But there’s in Faith
an inner strand
defying all
and reaching hand
threads back
to the Beginning
to the beginning
of the rope
stretching
reaching
hand in Hope.