To believe is not to place naive fancy in false ideals.
To believe is to dream, and in dreaming accept
The obstacles that will face you.
The faith that carries you is not that of a thousand bodies
But of a single soul. Your soul,
Burning in newborn purity.
To believe is to fear, and in fearing overcome
The very fears that haunt the waking moments
When harsh light makes the risk all too great.
To believe is to see, through their darkness,
Your light, and to know that it stands as a beacon
For those who grope, lost, in the night.
To believe is to hope, and in hoping know
That all courage is tested, and all pride wounded.
But, to believe is to know, and in knowing
Believe that the flood will pass, the gate will open,
To once again reveal the sun
And behold the stars.