Faith
is the candle in the window,
the beads counted,
the hands clenched in prayer.
Faith
is the shovel in the ground,
the long airport goodbye,
the doctor’s best advice.
Faith
is the ring on the finger,
the good-night kiss,
the sleeping baby and the prodigal son.
Faith
is to trust what can’t be seen,
to seek a great but hidden pattern,
to risk everything on love.
Faith
is the stitching on a broken heart.
--Timothy Haut, Feb. 3, 2016
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