Faith is the water that buoys the soul.
Rising, rocking
Heart-held, fear-felled.
Faith is the thing with wings
That lifts me from the mud and sets me loose.
That lets us fly.
No more this, no more that,
Just God unbounded net unfurled.
Faith is the memory of all we believe.
All we trust.
For you, for us.
Our lovers perhaps, ourselves, our God.
Faith makes a nest for love.
Faith can be borrowed when all is ruined,
Until your own returns.
Faith can sleep and then awaken like a moth.
It will take hold of you, gently, and say in your ear
"I am here. I am here."
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