2 In poetry

faith

i want to write about faith
i hear
your
earnest words
repeatedly
in my mind…
burrowing
into the hardened
parts of me –
reminding me
of an urgent
conversation
we are destined
to have,
as soon
as i stop
and
allow
it to happen.

this day
is
my heart:
beating
in time
with yours;
where faith
washes over me,
like
sparkling
winter sunshine
glistens
on the wet grass.

this faith
is
my faith:
the bellbirds call
as dawn breaks;
the ocean waves
crashing
endlessly
upon the shoreline,
these hands
folded
in prayer.

this faith
is
my faith:
unspoken words;
wisdom
of the ages
living
through me,
ribbons
of light
caressing
the darkness.

this life
is
my faith:
a place
without walls;
with
deep grooves
of
kindness
and welcoming
spaces
beckoning me
from
beyond
the threshold.

© 2009 leonie faith wise

  • Diana
    03/01/2010 at 15:55

    Oh my what a lovely poem. And your photos are amazing. I cannot imagine in my bones how cold it must be in Iceland. Thank you for transporting me.

  • flowing moments
    30/12/2009 at 09:43

    your poem is beautiful, a caress on the soul !