Gary Witt - According to Mark

If I have lost faith it is because
Faith has been stolen from me;
I’ve been a mark, swindled and duped—
Not having squandered faith,
But having misplaced it.

Then, as I needed,
Faith seemed to grow.
I could not know how much I had
Until I had no more.

I long now to believe.
I long now to live
In an honest place
Where a modest silo stands
Taller than the tallest spire.

Not here, where evil casually
Steps over the abatis,
Changes everything
In an instant and forever,
And as response receives little more
Than a politely suppressed
Divine eructation.

No, I have not lost faith.
For I know precisely
Where I had it last,
To whom I gave it most willingly,
And where it now is not.
So I cannot say it is lost.
But still it is gone,
And I miss it terribly.

Gary Witt

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