Faith in You
- há 1 dia
- 2 min de leitura
Atualizado: há 3 horas

Faith in You
Ana Paula Arendt
I have faith
that things lean toward repair—
in the nightingale’s words,
in the sea’s salt,
in the patient grammar of the breeze,
that the stones remember.
Most would prefer instead
belief
in the argument of weapons—
safety measured
in explosions,
as if each dispute did not hasten
a clearer ruin:
disaffection,
and death.
Man eats man,
woman eats woman—
violence learning
its own appetite.
And yet I have faith:
above the thin crust
our steps fracture,
above the iced floor
we cross—
there is still air enough
for a bird to open its wings fully.
I have faith
that the place I opened in you
is a vast field
of soft, fragrant grass
and in your silver lake
all the vipers have gone still.
You ask if faith alone
can keep a bird
on its trembling branch,
rocked between wind
and the last golden light.
If it can keep us
from the jaguar’s hunger
that already knows its shape
behind the berried dark.
I say: yes—
not because I am spared by it,
but because I belong
to its offspring—
finding the shimmer of iridescent fish
multiplying into translucent colors.
Faith is the sickle
that gathers grain,
leaving straw
for the birds to nest.
I have not yet lost it—
that the world
may have an answer,
and that you will read it
in the gentlest words
my hand can reach.
I still believe
we will find what we seek,
make of it
a quiet astonishment—
while I rest
against your warm chest.
There, where I find
the burnished treasures
I had not known
before you.
I have faith in you
and in everything that you do.
In what your hands refuse to break.
In what your presence
keeps from ending.
In the way the world
does not close
when you are in it.
We are not without fault—
but in love, we never mistake.
And because of this—
others will come.
They will search for us
in what remains—
in the field,
in the grain,
in the quiet astonishment
we left unfinished.
I have faith
that each time you open
your smile
and my heart lifts into flame,
a new child in the world
is born.




Comentários