Symbols are an odd thing
When one believes
They can move mountains
Clear paths
Heal wounds
But when one disbelieves
A symbol is merely a statue
A pendant
A thing
I did not believe
I only have faith in those things that are tangible
That can be felt
Held
Loved
But now I believe
Mountains did not move
Paths did not clear
But my soul did heal
For that alone
I expand faith