Poetry By Faith King

         Andrew Seaman CC




Musings on The Full Moon and Sunday Mass

Sleeping with rosary beads at my bedside and a tarot deck under my pillow 
My mother used to say you have two hands to hold two truths
Your anger can coexist with understanding 
And the God I grew up with can exist alongside the energy I feel during a new moon. 
The crystals I carry in my pocket click against each other as I cross myself after getting off the highway. 
The Earth is as much my mother as my mother is when I put my bare feet against her soft soil and maybe Jesus Christ is just an expression. 
There is nothing else to say yet. 
My altar is sometimes the ocean, sometimes my bedroom floor, sometimes the marble of my childhood. It’s cold sturdiness under my Mary Jane clad feet as I walked to receive the gifts. 
And my God weren’t they gifts? 
Weren’t they someone saying “I love you so much?”
Isn’t that all we’re ever really looking for?

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Faith King is a college student who has been writing short stories since she was very small. Her love of poetry began with watching the works of Olivia Gatwood and Brenna Twohy and she began writing when she was in highschool and continues to do so today. In addition to poems she is a playwright and songwriter. In her poetry she enjoys exploring the topics of love, religion, growing up, and the many many feelings she has in her everyday life.