If I have lost faith it is because br Faith has been stolen from me; br I’ve been a mark, swindled and duped— br Not having squandered faith, br But having misplaced it. br br Then, as I needed, br Faith seemed to grow. br I could not know how much I had br Until I had no more. br br I long now to believe. br I long now to live br In an honest place br Where a modest silo stands br Taller than the tallest spire. br br Not here, where evil casually br Steps over the abatis, br Changes everything br In an instant and forever, br And as response receives little more br Than a politely suppressed br Divine eructation. br br No, I have not lost faith. br For I know precisely br Where I had it last, br To whom I gave it most willingly, br And where it now is not. br So I cannot say it is lost. br But still it is gone, br And I miss it terribly.