A pale fortelling

A pale foretelling                                                                                             
 
I’ve faith in the notion that one day
my faith will overwhelm me,
 
upend my impassive tramp
down the narrow way, throwing me       
 
into a reeling loop of bewilderment
and intoxication, my Companion
 
persuaded then to maketh me
lie down in green pastures;
 
cleanse my dusty self
in the soul-restoring waters;
 
whisper to me gently and directly
that this response is but a pale foretelling
 
of the true experience that is the Mystery,
the mercy, the benevolence of God.
 
O child of God, to experience that sort of faith,
abandon your every hope and notion.