30/30: FAITH IS A DARING EXPERIENCE
by Zachary Caballero
We had a catholic service
for my Uncle Jesse’s funeral.
And I was a pall bearer,
which means I carried his body
which means I carried his casket
which means he really did kill himself
which means he really did want to leave
and I felt weak in my strength.
But the priest who spoke at the ceremony,
did so about the soul, about its longings,
how death perplexes, but faith persists.
Actually, I believe his exact words were,
“Faith is a daring experience.”
A POEM A DAY 
In our weakness we find our strength and it was that day that our strength together carried him and it will be the dare of faith that will allow each of us to experience a rare bond of love.