I wonder,
do animals believe?
Does the bird or the field-mouse
or the grasshopper
believe? 
  In magic or fairies?
  In Gods or ghosts?
Do they sense the mystery
of a force bigger than us
than now
rippling through the ages?

Or is the capacity for belief
	that pull and longing
	that certainty and curiosity
isolated to only humans?
Are we the only species
who feel that connection:
a compulsion
to acknowledge synchronicity
with gratitude;
a gift from the universe
	or from God
wherever or whoever She is.

I think the trees experience belief.
The plants and flowers and weeds
arching toward
a spirit,
evolving and resilient,
patient and steadfast in purpose.

I hope the barn-cat and sparrow;
the toad and the milkweed
experience belief;
the wonder and bliss
and awe.
A belonging
to something incomprehensible.
A faith in something
bigger and greater.

Unseen
and still known.