these verses vindicate me

faith in art, life and faith itself

Being apart of breath, not mystic but
holding a practical worth;
words laced in attractive patterns 
hold beauty significant, sometimes fragmented,
often unexplainable from the outside
(as if nature's breeze does not hold the secrets beyond this page.)
The sun is common, its light is warm
and blanketing in the summertime
intertwined with smiles and moments to slip
into carefree notions, today perhaps notionless
and without design. My heart pumps blood
healthily, cells rushing from ventricle to ventricle with time
(going nowhere in its track?)
and carries me with vital force to where I have to go
with faith and sound mind (these verses vindicate me.)

Author's Note

any comments and constructive (or deconstructive) criticisms are greatly appreciated, welcomed and always returned :)