This week at DVerse, we are writing haibun about faith. I could write countless poems on this topic, but here’s just one. This is also for NaPoWriMo day 2.
When we were young, my older brother asked me if I believed in angels. When I said, “Yes,” he replied, “Really?” derisively. After that, I thought that I was wrong, that angels couldn’t exist because my brother had said that they didn’t.
I don’t think the same way anymore: I do believe in God, and in angels, and in the value of my point of view.
In early spring, now stands tall
Rooted, and branching.