Faith

There are more definitions than I can list, to be sure. But this I know- faith, real faith is imperfect. It is not pristine, it is not a clear shaft of light.

Faith is this:

an awkward child- or an adult, equally awkward, singing a hymn with their eyes closed. Head leaned back, clapping, but not in time. They care- they believe- they have faith. Not because they are supposed to and not because they know what to say or how to say it. They believe only because they do.

That is faith.