Jan 10
1 min read
Quay
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To be mystified
by what we see and do not
is a form of faith
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Trust is a big choice
(small we in a big Cosmos)
mature, we walk on
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faltering sometimes
in awe of all we have seen
sometimes we are held
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Love is that stranger
we recognize in a fog
without full knowing
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Uncertainty rattles me, lately.
This poem is a short path to a moment of peace.
