Faith sits beside me, watching the world pass by, as I
rock on this wooden slatted porch in my rickety old chair
watching the hummingbirds flitter around peach blossoms perched
high on limbs above the ground.

      Peach blossoms sing out, "I am your captive.", and my
faith sighs and within my thoughts I reply, "Without a doubt."

      Murmuring of adoration from these tiny birds, their tender
caresses suckling the dew so sweet, their swift flight, leaving
my eyes aglow, wondering in
      amazement, if they intended to put on for me this
magnificent show.

      Faith of God whispers pressing invisible lips to my ears
that quietly wait for words I desperately need to hear. A breath
of warmth from the summer breeze
      of a morning sun joins in with my faith allowing my mind
to run with ease into a past long forgotten much like the cold
winter freeze.

      Revolving around me flitting in my heart's sphere much
like the tiny birds so dear, God reminded me of the serpent so
wicked and vile that led his human
      creations astray, gone from the Lost Garden of Eden far
away.

      As I rocked in my rickety old chair, the serpent so wicked
and vile appeared before my feeble soul to test my faith
thinking he could condemn me to
      immortal unrest, by speaking, "Faith is something to
question.", and my answer was, "It is you, serpent, that has the
obsession to think you can take my
      impression of faith from within my possession." These
words sang out from within my lips that flickered a small grin
raising his snakeskin.

      The serpent slithered away still thinking of ways he might
sway me, but I knew that would never be, for my soul was with
peace with my dearest friend,
      Faith, whom I planned to spend the remainder of my days.

      Turning around for one more try, serpent said, "I can make
you flitter and fly like the beautiful hummingbird you so 
love.", and I replied, "My master made
      the hummingbird, the peach tree, and even me, and I await
to return above to reel in his true love."

      Slithering toward the monkshead I knew danger was near as
the golden rods leaned toward the sweet peas as if they were
whispering, "Be cautious."
      Suddenly, and violently, the serpent turned mumbling
turning the rumble of his voice into a thunderous roar.

      Startling my precious hummingbird he soared with the
whistling sound of flitting wings so fast my old eyes blinked in
misery. I recalled with ease the path my
      feeble mind had traveled into a past long forgotten much
like the cold winter freeze.

      My friend Faith, who sat beside me, watched my gentle calm
like the eye of the storm, for I knew I had fought this battle
once, and would win again once
      more. My rickety old chair slowly stopped rocking and I
looked toward the heavens where God watched from above with his
everlasting love.

      The serpent suddenly turned pale, silent, and almost
looked frail, for the sky became the bluiest blue, golden hues
illuminating on my little wooden slatted
      porch offering a protective glow against the merciless
woes he hoped to replace my dear friend Faith with, but there
was no way I would let him overcome 
      me this day.

      No begging and bargaining with me, as I had fought this
battle before, and would again as long as I remained the
faithful mortal man. My kind eyes looked
      past his black holes and silently prayed, and to the
wonders of nature that day the serpent turned to dust leaving no
trace of the frightful fight that he couldn't
      even begin to win with my Faith, my dearest friend.

      Even I won't pretend this is the end, as the serpent
slithers and follows us to death, but death is merely a physical
departure, then we too can flitter like the
      beloved hummingbird from the ground, to the limb of the
peach blossom, and upward as far as we can and then we too can
look around.