You never said, "It will be easy. The path will be clear."
You said, "Faith, child."
And then you made me with questions.

And now I wonder,
Faith how?
Which way?
You smile at my seriousness, repeating, "Faith."

So I will go forth with partial confidence and attempt to be human like you made me.
I will make waves you can work with,
trusting that this is what you asked for.