Littorally

Sometimes it seems beliefs are tides
Flesh and blood can only cope with,

Broad deltas, at least, prone to flood,
Deeply difficult to channel.

Once a belief lays down its bed,
Most people sway like weeds in it.

You’re in the current of your time,
And to set a countercurrent

You’ll need a lot more of your kind,
Which will in turn shape lives downstream

In ways you can’t expect, won’t see.
Belief’s strength is beyond belief.