sunday scribblings prompt "experiment"

faith

it's experimental, this faith i have in you.
it hasn't always been that true.
in fact there was a time in my youth
when my faith was unfailing. devout even,
never questioning, as i knew the truth.
now my days go by with a question;
around every corner, in the dark
in the light, even in when i sleep,
i doubt. am i good enough, do i work
enough. this lack of faith makes me weep,
for you, for clarity, for something
to get me through this failing
faith.