ACTS OF FAITH

by Cappy Love Hanson

Sometimes, faith is just another
word for courage:  the contrite 
acquiescence of hands, returning 
the second dinner roll to its plate, the extra 
pack of socks to its department store shelf; 
enough.  Steering toward the highway’s 
narrow shoulder, fingers arcing 
toward the camera bag, then swerving 
back to the wheel, the eyes to the road,
letting this sunset go, believing 
other clouds will rival these, will stain 
the sky and heart as meaningfully crimson.