Faith is not defined by a word or gesture. Not by a single fact. Yet, it exists. In a word, a gesture, a music or silence. Faith is what persists within us. It is what endured in the slave quarters. Like the Brazilian Candombe, a ceremony found on settlements formed by former escaped slaves in the interior part of Brazil.
you need to understand the sounds of the path
every noise has the power of a voice:
the uneven footsteps on the calluses of the earth
the sigh of a dream falling from the eyes
the creaking of the fire in the drum
every sound carries the hope
of what we don't know yet
to be