Let this then be

Let this then
Three simple words
Let this then
And yet I know
I will be undone
Let this then
Continues to its end
And I have slipped
Descending into
The lived experience
Feeling not thinking
Into a place
That opens me to faith
And once again David Whyte
In his inimitable style
Has moved the seemingly
Immoveable object in me
My heart is wide open
For all to see
Unhidden, unmasked and free,
Let this then
Be my new faith
In poetry.

Inspired by David Whyte's poem Faith

I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,

faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.

But I have no faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.

Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.