Faith

Faith is the word that describes the direction our feet start moving when we find that we are loved. Faith is stepping out into the unknown with nothing to guide us but a hand just beyond our grasp.

                                                                        Frederick Buechner, “Magnificant Defeat”

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the land looks tired

in the waste-land of mid-summer

the mountains loom brown and brooding

the snow is long gone

and streams once wild and chatter

are quiet and diminished

the grass, brittle

reflect the morning sun

which gleams hotly through

the dry gold

flowers and horses both droop

heads bowed to the ground

oppressed

yet the morning air blows cool

off of the hills

a hint of things to come

and so day becomes night

and night becomes day

and we travel on

trusting in the seasons

and in the snows to come

and trusting too

in Sacred love

which invites us ever on

no matter how tired

and dry

into the next moment

where wonders

lurk