My experience with belief is such my experience with knowing
I seek belief in something or someone
            much as I wonder at the flow of water or the fall of grains of sand.
The more I experience and observe
The more I realize I do not understand
The more I distance myself from understanding.
As my pursuit of a belief in something matures
            I recognize my naivete about that subject
            And the complexity of belief as a whole.
Those in whom I would believe
            Prove as impenetrable as the reasons for nature’s wrath.
No construction or regimen can prevent the eventual
            Devastation of disappoint in a person whom have placed your faith.
No study can tell you when faux integrity
            Will fall upon you and crush your simple belief.
It would be better to study the water’s flow
            Or the fall of the grains of sand
            Than to work at belief in something of man
            Or man himself.
Though never fully understandable
            Water and sand are concrete in their content
Man and his manufacture live far too malleable
            For either belief in or understanding of thus
Take away my desire to believe
            Reinforce my faith in the pursuit of knowledge
            And the satisfaction of its fruits
That one day soon I will lay me down
            Among my dead beliefs and those I once believed in
The reality of water’s flow and sand grains falling
            Will comfort me, and my faith shall be with them.