Faith grows in troughs of flowers in churches, lilies sing church hymn lullabies softly crashing down on receptive ears. Echoes from mountains and distant forests, sermons throughout time on a loop a different speeds with the reverb cranked. All the dearly departed souls sweep up dirt paths in dusty winds and carry them to wherever they need to go. Patrick Swayze watching Star Trek: Enterprise and being eternally disappointed. Batting cage hitting baseballs for Jesus, more money in the tip jar, diners day out. Belief in a being, an energy bigger and more incomprehensible than your faintest glimmer of your understanding of incomprehension. Cross, Star of David, Moon and Star. Judeo-Christian tradition. Global genocide likely erased other religions we could have studied and learned from. Humanity as its own worst enemy. Wars over faith and one side’s interpretation of it. Swords to the belly and discarded shields, heated by fire and battle.