Faith is what remains when hopes are dashed, and must be attached to something durable. Faith is a gift, and a challenge.
Faith
I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
---David Whyte
The new moon rises at 11:55 PM Sunday, January 25th. The new moon is the time of planting (as the full moon is the harvest), a good time to plant the metaphorical seeds of any endeavor. Happy planting, and I hope your ground is soft.
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