Faith

Some may need a burning bush

in a desert with an audible voice

Some, a vivid dream

of ladders, angels, empires and kings

Some love solitude, beehive huts and

six hundred eighteen steps to meet with God

Some may simply want pilgrimage

to the grotto of Massabielle, but

Some need proof of scars—

nails in hands and spear in side

Me? I love a moon orchid,

tea-oil camellia or a memorial park bench

And sometimes, close in time to harvest moon,

All I need are autumn leaves.