Chasing after things unseen.
My faith remains,
not hinged on religion,
not hinged on precision,
not pigeoned nor framed,
not substituted for what I can see.
My faith is my morning song.
My faith is unwavering hope.
My faith is parting waters.
My faith is freedom.
My faith is – I’m a living miracle.
My faith is – unmovable.
My faith is – unshakable.
My faith is beautiful.
My faith is more than magical strands.
My faith is majestic,
My faith is me….
Just exquisite — thank you for this amazing poem!
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thank you kindly Maren 😉
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Wow!!!!!
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thank you rhcwilliams – sending hugs blessings to you….
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lovely
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