faith grows

asthewhitecrowflies:

when next my mother asks me,
leaning close with cool tea breath and
garden dirt beneath her nails,
if I believe in god

I can say,
yes.

it will bring her such comfort, my
mother, who loves her acned cucumbers
and her tart pink strawberries.

I will say,
yes,
for god is the unknown.
god is always bigger than the scope of
human knowledge; the unknown
is bigger than what we imaginatively
harvest,

discovery after discovery, science
after disproven science.
god is possibility.
god is hope, god is imagination,
god is dreams and god is love.

for none of these things are known,
and so they fall to god,
like god always falls and rises again
more mysterious and impossible than before.

when we pray, we whisper
our hopes into the void,
not knowing if they will flower.

my mother will smile with carrot-stained
teeth,
and we will say,
yes.