Make Your Peace

Once the miracles have been accepted
As lies, once gods go to ground, it’s assumed
The power of faith to console survives.

Not always. Or not uniquely. Comfort
Can come from physics for some. For others,
Somehow, even evolution consoles.

Consolation, like meaning, doesn’t lie
Where people find it, but in the people
With the gift and the need for finding it.

Self-soothing, sometimes it’s called in infants,
And it’s unevenly distributed,
As ability, as product, as scent

Almost, but it’s your own, and neither faith
Nor facts are necessary to your peace.