My friend, you have found peace
If even for a moment, a surcease
To the searching that I still
Am part of. You found the will
To take the leap of faith and I --
I still wander, searching; still try
To find a moment’s rest.

You are now in a stage of testing --
New faith must often struggle to last --
And part of me says that you needed
A break and felt that you needed
Some way to break the wall
Between you and the world and not fall.
God provided that way, in a book
That might indeed be worth another look,
And you changed, old ways ceased.

But part of me wants to believe,
To not analyse, to say: "You live
This way now, you found a way to --
      Take the leap while I still cower
      On the edge, afraid to step
      Lest I fall, afraid to change
      Because I might change.
      I cannot take the step
      For fear I'd fall forever."

That might seem overly dramatic
But my life has long been static
And I fear . . . I fear . . .
What you found could be real.
Not heaven or hell, but something truly real,
A thought of God, a hope to counter old tears.

I feel the calling of that terrible, bright lure:
That you might be right,
That I might be right,
That you might be wrong,
That I might be wrong.
Both answers, in some ways, feared for so long --
(Proof feared, but still sought --
Even while knowing faith can't be bought)
Dare I try to find a different future?

Even if it is entirely you, your will
Helping your body to fight, I still
Know of the belief, the faith that was an aid.
When all has been done and said
I know that the idea of God helped you
And be it either a lie or true
It allowed you to change yourself.

Dare I change (or become?) myself?
Dare I take the leap of faith?
I know not. But I hope that your faith
Survives, for in this world
Faith itself is a miracle, not just a word.

- Josh MacLeod (1999)