A Distant Line Moves Closer

    Having Faith has always been something I've been good at.  I'm so liberal minded that having faith was one of the easiest things I could do in my life.  Faith in God; however was always a different story.  When I was in sixth grade I always thought that I had God figured out.  When I'd shoot hoops or play on the playground by myself, God was with me.  I would talk out loud as though he was physically there with me.  We were best friends, God and I.

It seems as though the more education I received the more distant my relationship and belief in God drifted.  Nowadays, I barely think about religion or God unless it's served on the platter before me. 

    I have begun to research things about lost religion and I had read a couple of poems of a time when God was a present part of  my life and I came to find an odd difference in my view of the world.  Faith.  I had faith in a lot more than the little things in life.  Religion gave me a sense of security, love, and loyalty.  To be frank, I feel pathetic that I ever let education be my excuss for a divide in my life and my religion.  Education should have made me realize that believing in something, real or not, is worth it.  To believe is to be successful even when you fail.  To believe in something is to understand it's imperfections and appreciate that it isn't perfect, and yet, that makes it perfect. 

   As for the point, the distant line of faith is closing in, my silver lining is more distinct today: faith.  Hope. Grace.  My mother's middle name is Hope.  My sister's middle name is Grace (I helped choose that) and faith, is something they both have in me, God, and life.  Therefore, my silver line is my newly and growing discovery of my lost faith.