My fingers slip
as the hand holds crumble,
but I am so high
and I know there
are others below me
so I climb on strength
that is not mine,
though I cannot see
the destination nor
can I imagine how
I will keep going,
but I keep going,
I keep going,
one hand reaching
higher, then the other.
Yes, I think that is faith. I wonder if spelunking has anything to do with anti-faith?
I like the tentativeness that’s even a part of the title.