Faith

To be demanded of us that which we can not see or feel. Taste or smell. It evades our senses, our fingertips unable to grasp. 

A thought being the utmost of import. To impact every area of our lives, to drive every part of us. That which we cannot know.

To believe, the pinnacle of trust. The ultimate in being. 

It teases and taunts, recedes and comes forward. And with it, emotions. Many, many emotions.

When close, elation. Euphoria. Powerful and purposeful movements. Strength and clarity. Stillness. Serenity. 

A crash. The descent so great it can be heard. The sound of alone. Of confusion and insecurity at our deepest core.

As we grow higher and higher the gap widens, the exuberance almost tactile, the despair that much more. 

Our souls, full and empty. Our minds worn from the journey. Our bodies depleted. To rest, to stagnate not an option. To keep going our destiny. 

To rise again.

The push and pull of truth. 

To believe, the pinnacle of trust. The ultimate in being.