old faith

Zinni made a birthday card for Jesus at Sunday School today. She came home and wanted to wrap it for him and put it under the tree. I don’t know what I think about it all but I’m watching her do what feels right to her. And it feels so sweet.

it would be so much easier 

to just believe 

to just be the kind of Christian 

I used to be 

it would be so comforting 

to have it back again 

to have all the traditions and certainty 

I had back then 

but I can’t forget them now

all the things I know  

all the other things that changed my faith 

I can’t just let them go 

so I’m stumbling around here 

near my familiar faith of old 

I think I’ll let it hold me

‘til I find new faith to hold