The Face of Faith

[1] Redon, Odilon, “I have Sometimes Seen in the Sky What Seemed Like Forms of Spirits, plate 21 of 24,” 1896, The Art Institute of Chicago

This poem is part of the Claritas fall 2022 issue, Mystery. Read the full print release here.

BY Jeffrey Huang

On the many-sided, I focus on specific faces.

My mind remains filled with desperate traces.

Scribbles in shades of black

As if the Spirit provided no truth nor slack/

My brain bursts at the seams

With my own dreams.

I plan my time

But fail to rhyme

Rhythm with reason and activities to the season

The mystery is that Scripture provides seeds of faith.

When I feel the wraith

Of missed chances and ghosts of joys,

I plant the seeds that God employs.

I relax since he sees my thoughts.

I discern the truth when he connects the dots.