Earth and Sky and Word

I feel as though in harder times
I may have sewn some weighty seeds
And now the rain begins to fall
And I can feel the earth.

I studied like to ancient men
And prayed as though mountains moved
And now I feel the slightest breeze
And I can feel the sky.

Holy writ so lived from high
Made unto us lesser men
We who feel the earth and sky
Look to see you come again.

A Poem of Testing

It has been said
that faith will not grow
if it
is not
tested.

This seems to be true
and not quite the thing
that I have wanted
to contemplate for hours.

Yet meditation yields
Great returns to those
who invest with heart
and mind.

But what of faith,
and all this pain?
That spins the world
or so we think.

In the fire is made the steel
and to be tempted
must be human now
for even God
became a man
and was brought into
the desert.