Steps of Faith

It's an interesting name to have, I used to laugh on the inside when ever I sang, "I walk by Faith, a daughter of heavenly parents..."My college roomate

was named Hope, I loved to leave an answering message on our answering machine, "I cannot bear to answer the phone when Hope is gone!"  Anyhow, without further ado...


I met a girl out walking
out in the icy air
devoid of light but streetlamp
Still, she had no care.

She greeted me with hello.
I asked How do you do?
Oh, fine, she quickly added Please tell me
What is new?

We talked a while of weather
or not we'd rasther be
loved by so many, then
Or simply loved and queen
of something unknown

Looking back, I understand
the trouble of her choice.
On one  side was her freedom
the other, just her voice

This girl,she had a story
she did not want betrayed.
Bestowed it to a stranger
she met at close of day.

Something did not seem quite right,
and yet, I could not say
So, I thanked her for her time
as we parted ways.

I wonder if I ever will
meet with her again.
I'd ask her where she comes from and
Inquire where she's been.

The moral is the story
(anyone can see).
If we are the one we met
their story was of me.

I cannot bear to think of anyone getting a wierd fantastical idea that I am anything but an extremely common woman and mother (which may be redundant) I do not like to be esteemed as greater than I truly am, so it might seem petty to explain away any doubt, but I just had a good day and felt that I would like to write a short story in the form of a poem, tah dah! It was inspired by things I heard today about the "Power" of faith amd was mentally toying with the idea that it is the unknown that makes us wonder and seek more. Great now, I'n singing another song from Chess! trust me, It dpesn't sound pretty, discerning ears or not.