Was there not faith before religion?

If I had even the fleetest flicker of
life aware in the womb, it was to
faith it turned without hesitation.

A covenant unfolded, concerned only
with dissolving into, while being
apart, from something known unseen.

There is no awareness enfolding the
birth of believing, we are not and
then we are, now aware, and not alone.

I exist within a mystery, forever and
for now, is that not faith enough?