I want to write about faith

About the way the moon rises

Over cold snow, night after night

Faithful even as it fades from fullness

Slowly becoming that last curving

And impossible sliver of light before darkness.

But I have no faith myself

I refuse the smallest entry

Let this then, my small poem,

Like a new moon, slender and barely open,

be the first prayer that opens me to faith

David Whyte