Hold to Faith

How do we hold to faith? Why keep believing? The days before us are long and hard, and the world is crushing us down. Struggle awakes, and our hearts cry in darkness. We try to live, but our dreams fade fast. Opportunity closes its door, and we walk down, down the long corridor. Our shoes are torn and tattered, but hope pushes us in step. And for some reason, we can't stop walking because there is a reason to keep going, but we don't know what that is. But we have faith that in the end, everything will be okay.

The remote lies cold in hand, and our eyes hunger to be fulfilled. Channels flash into view, and we settle back, disappearing into the couch. Our hearts and mind want to be entertained, to escape the confines of this world that we are chained to, and we want to be released. Time settles beside us, and we dream. We disappear, but a fire has found home inside, faith. God is on tv. Why are we watching Him? Why suddenly the demand to know that we are not alone? Why the need to know our reason for existing? The remote waits for a push of a button, but we stay tuned, watching every moment. Are we holding to faith?

The drive across our life is quiet like driving through the eye of a storm. We await the turmoil, the conflict, the tango of road rage drivers. Our nerves tense with anticipation, and we are ready to fight. But what are we fighting for? The world is kicking us down. Should we get back up, stand on our feet, and confront what we cannot control, or should we stay down? But we rise with our fists curled, and we wait. We get in the ring for the next round, so who's next to knock us down? But what are we fighting for?

I am melting across the strings of their beating guitar. My life was the hot sun scorching ground, but now I am ice, slipping softly down like melted tears that slide across fingers striking chords. I drift across lyrics, forgetting myself, and now my anger is gone. Frustration fades to black, and turmoil falls under quiet. All that is left is music, my heart and soul, and I am carried away, drifting softly into song. But why should I let go?

Why keep the faith? This world spins round and round, ready to throw me over the edge, but I hang on. This world is on fire, but strength are the tidal waves carrying me forward. The ground threatens to break, shatter my foundation, but I find new heights to journey to, hope for new beginnings. And their songs breathe life into my heart because I believe. Why the trials that we must face, if in the end, there is nothing that awaits? We need something, someone to believe in, and that is why the demand, the need to know that we are not alone and that there is a reason beyond the madness of today. So, that is why I hold to faith.

And now today is today, melting into tomorrow, a promise for a new beginning, but as sun falls under moon, I watch the darkness of tonight fall down around me. Cold winds are blowing, but I remain warm. I remain breathing, and the music is the fire inside my heart. My mind is no longer wandering but dancing across the beauty of lyrics, and his voice chases time away. And the chaos of today is finally gone, and these four walls keep me safe. And all that exists in this moment is the music of By The Tree, whose album, World on Fire spins round and round, and I begin to dream.