faith blooms where reason’s roots fail.
the abundance comes from the seed
of trust you planted,
when reason prophesied of arid soil.
when once you scooped a little hovel
from your rock-riddled soul, tucked
your hope into its paltry home.
now faith springs from whence reason wilts:
a purple Phalaenopsis orchid.
My grandmother has recently been diagnosed with lung cancer. This fragment is for her. She is an incredibly brave woman who is the epitome of faith flying in the face of reason.
This poem is also inspired by Anna Karenina, a book that my husband and I just finished reading together.