The Fruit of Faith

I pluck the plum but do not plan to plumb it,
I will not wait to trace its history,
to understand its depth or soul or summit,
before I chew its juicy mystery.
I pick the peony before I probe it,
I do not wait to analyze its smell,
to note its origin or write its obit,
it is enough to fall beneath its spell.
I pet my poodle with no plot to pry
into its molecules or DNA,
I’ll never wait at all to verify
its essence, for I love it anyway.
But, God, until You've proved that You are true,
I'll wait before I place my faith in You.

                      -- by Pete Voelz          2001