My Castle

My Castle

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

A dragon proclaims:

"You can fly!

Jump off this cliff."

"No thanks!

I'd die.

That's not faith.

That's lunacy!

To believe in that

an unreality.

Do I have wings

to catch a breeze,

to soar with the eagles,

gliding

and at ease?"

No, real faith

is a

castle

solidly

built

brick-by-brick

on a concrete

foundation--

God's Word of Truth

not

meticulously upheld by

traditions on silt.

A fortress to store

treasures

secured/protected

behind a

massive door,

since

Deep

in the ocean

beautifully blue

I dove

frequent,

Yes,

excitely

often

to procure

and

accumulate, 

True

Pearls of high value

with a slight rosy hue.

No,

faith is not

credulity

Blind in the eye,

thinking without wings

A child can fly.

Yet,

Faith

does

have actions.

It's

not dead

but

ALIVE

Inside

My Castle.

Based on Hebrews 11:1; Matthew 4:5, 6; 13:36, 45, 46; Acts 17: 10, 11; 1 Thess. 2:13; James 2:26.