It’s the atmosphere of trusting
when we don’t have all the facts.
It’s knowing where to walk
although blindfolded with a mask.

It’s the atmosphere of leaning
on a pillar we can’t see.
It is standing firm when others feel
the time has come to flee.

It’s the atmosphere of living
without answers we desire.
It is doubting doubts and stepping out
to see what will transpire.

It’s the atmosphere of Heaven
for which we were all conceived.
It’s the atmosphere that’s known as faith.
It is the air we breathe.