Finding Faith

For faith fears nothing, for nothing can be
the core chased and carried carelessly here.
As the war with a cup of tea is fought,
take, tamper more unless we waver naught.
Fetch a kettle, pour me the heat in steams.
Look for little, see more in icicles.
In the degree is the score we so seek
Faith is key hung beside the door behind.
Agree to leap, lift and maybe roar loud,
See nothing but the cup in which you’d pour.

Leonell