Tolstoy proclaimed the stronger your faith the more solid your life But no way I disagree for in deepest faith I am anything but solid I am in entire hope and hope is not a solid structure but rather an effervescent film like a scrim fallen over moving shapes on a stage I can not touch it or identify it but there is an outline a sense of something even words put to it are ambiguous at best read them sideways and you may grasp an ephemeral handful of what it is I am trying to paint but straight on all is lost use intellect to test faith for sure this is where practicality and ‘put it to the test in the real world’ come into play this is where the scrim lifts and the forms show up in color whether bold like rainbows bedecking your stage with wonder or black and dark proving faith was a fool either way it is revealed through practical application and bold testing for confirmations so Tolstoy I say no this time I do not agree my strongest of faith never proves a solid life it only offers a way into it and even then it is sometimes shifting sand I find I’ve stepped out onto and yet this too this shifting lends me a place to reach out and grasp the billowing scrim once again….
