Faith (Part....3?)

where am i to put all of this faith?
like a tree planted, it has grown well with age.
despite the lack of sunshine and water,
and the incessant axe that was the blunt end of her logic.

but the tree has regrown, the leaves are green;
and the bark is as brown as the hair upon my own head;
and the shadow it casts is like black construction paper that has been pasted to the ground.

but, oh, where do i put the leaves when they fall?
these leaves, these green leaves, from this tree grown so tall?
and, now, even while they are green as i speak, i tarry a moment longer, wondering if time will turn them from green, to gold, to reddish-pink.
i look, i smile, i ponder.

is any container large enough to hold the wealth, the abundance, of which i barely have the capacity to sustain myself?
i mean, i'll try to catch these things- one by one if i have to- until my arms are too full, until i drop my solemn burden upon the metaphorical ground.
my keepsake is my own stake in the faith i have heretofore proclaimed exists once more within my mind.
i keep my own to keep my mind sane for a bit more time.
but the tree must shed it's leaves, because we live seasonable lives.
and to decide is to give rights to unknown spirits; supposed guides.

i'll keep my faith a minute longer.
i'll keep my faith just a bit longer.
the leaves are turning, but i'm stronger, now.
i'll keep my faith a little longer.
just to myself a little longer.
and when my mind's made up,
i'll put my burden down.
i'll keep my faith a little longer.