Belief

Belief is a comfortable bed

On which we rest our head

Hoping the heart will show

Mysteries it is said to know

When we hold onto a belief

It provides a temporary relief

But it keeps us asleep

Nothing new to achieve

Belief brings an obedience

Promising an experience

Of what is said to be true

Missing the fresh and new

Belief has roots in the past

Promising a future we’ve asked

For a moment, setting belief aside

We may discover a new inside