Mere Faith to Move Mountains

The world, chaos and madness, tearing and conflicting, confusing and confounding. How much can you stand? How much can you bear? Each gathering of people compounding the loneliness. Each material gift cementing the isolation. Predictable and consistent, the shallow prattle; lives so close, yet still untouched. None know, no, not one. no basis for communication, no common ground. Relentless the misunderstanding. pointless, the words. relentless, the calling, pointless, the denial. Abiding, the principle,         and purpose,         and prayer. The path was never clear         because it never existed. Yet against all odds,         clueless and naive, you got somewhere, and quite a somewhere it was. It was in fact perfect, those somewheres raggedly stitched together by the miracles. You just didn’t realize how hopeless your situation was. Now you do. That’s the only difference. Now you blindingly see         the abject hopelessness         of the cause. You’ve been given the         multitude of failures to purify your faith.         Each reminder of hopelessness and helplessness         is a gift,         a gift of opportunity, steel and beams and concrete to erect a structure of faith, not a mere mountain         to be moved, but a mountain         to be built.