Pages turn like the oars of a boat
They exist for a far-off hope
We know those stories — heroes and villains Good beats evil. Fairytales before bed

Before they were told, they were written
By those who wanted to believe
Who remembered in their dreams
A simple story passed through the ages
A ring of trust holding the human story
That hope waits for us

So I choose to wait. I will rest in this place
I have faith in fiction. A sight unseen remains To stay the course.
To wade across the sea Floating with fables, then drifting into dreams

“Beyond the Silver Sea” explores how we perceive faith and what we choose to do with it.