Redefining
Faith doesn’t live in stained glass and dusty book spines.
It’s born in the leap
gathers strength in the messy middle
helps us stick the landing.
That messy middle
underdocumented and overlooked,
oft retold with hindsight confidence.
Faith doesn’t live in pulpits or pews.
It’s built in moments.
Taking one step without knowing the next.
Uncertain
Uncertainty is not glamorous.
It’s destabilizing.
A tea steeped in ambiguity.
Apathetic when cooled.
Time stretches and constricts
Elastic
Calendars taunt with blank stares.
Urgency not hourly or daily
Existential
Lost or Free?
Emotional confetti
Inspired by possibility
Paralyzed by indecision
Grateful for white space
Afraid of freedom
Throwing darts in the dark
Pretending to-do lists are accomplishments.
They are different
I like trick myself.
Overwhelmed by potential
Pampered by stillness
Depressed by the blank canvass
Buoyed by their belief
Do I believe in me?
Rowing
Faith is built moment by moment.
Taking one step without knowing the next.
Row your own boat.
Land among the stars.
Open sky and murky water
Will it break me?
Been broken before
survived with some scarring
In nuance, clarity can be elusive.
Faith
Faith is
believing within silence
trusting with doubt
acknowledging feelings
rowing anyway
reaching when shaky
stepping anyway
writing without the ending
Thanks for sharing this. You’re absolutely right. Can’t find an end run around it. Can’t fly over in the Concord jet. Just Gotta go through it. You are a wise woman. 🙂 ~Mom
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