Poetry: 'I, Ne'er-Do-Well'

Big, small, short, tall, steep, deep, sleet's maul;
Rainfall, sunshine, day, night, climb, crawl;
Wander, wonder, touch, smell, taste & see — 
I, Ne'er–Do–Well.
Ocean, sound, bay, and rift;
Bight, fjord, coastal strip;
Foot hill, mountain, cave, and cliff;
Valley, desert, ridge & creek;
River, vista, plateau, peak;
Easy, moderate, strenuous, stream;
Ravine and all things in between!
It's all I think, am, love, and dream — 
To people places never seen;
To someday speak, "Then-There I'd been";
Towards all things earth and space made keen;
Where All is never as it seems;
And All gathers and loses steam;
It's depth and breadth I'll always knead.
On this, the Bread of Life, I'll feed;
until my time has come,
and I've returned to where I'm from —
The End, where I'd begun.
The End's where I'll begin.
My friends, we'll meet again...
And, on that you may depend!
This senselessness that send;
This trek portends what lay in wait beyond the Idler's bend.

On Faith & Love

Faith, for me, is complete trust in the 'existence' of God*; not in the religious doctrine that seeks to substantiate or traditionalize God's existence.

Like in a Trust Fall exercise, I am certain of God's presence about me, but uncertain of whether or not God's intention is to catch me. My mind anticipates the fall, expects, and prepares for the worse, in the event that God has different designs (or more important things to tend to at that moment). After all, if my prayers are not answered I must take reasonable measures to ensure my well-being, while trying not to mistake an undesirable outcome as some personal affront and act of God. But then again, how would I know if it were?