If I could touch the heavens
feel the reassurance of other
I know I would soar, untethered
to this bank of rusty dreams
and eroded faith…
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
If I could touch the heavens
feel the reassurance of other
I know I would soar, untethered
to this bank of rusty dreams
and eroded faith…
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
This piece reminds me that we may need the push from others, but ultimately, we are alone and must dig deep to keep going.
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Well said. Thanks
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You’re welcome, VJ!
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🥺💗
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Faith is hard to hang onto these days but we must not let go. Beautifully written and apt piece.
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Agreed, Eugi. Thanks.
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💖
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Thanks for sharing this poem and very interesting. Thanks Anita
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😊🙏
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oh VJ .. so well penned!
Faith gets harder as we open our eyes, but more necessary than ever❣️
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Exactly! Thanks.
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Always~!🥰
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Oh, untetheredness…
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Lol…yes, that.
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Keeping the Faith is certainly harder some days.
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Yes. Good on us for trying though.
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Your words touch our heavens VJ. They do 💕
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That’s such a nice thing to say. Bless you.
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Today’s world does bite into our faith in humanity. It’s our perception that helps us out. I got one message from this poem: kindness toward each other. Thanks VJ.
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Thanks Anne. Kindness is really the only thing that works.
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This poem strikes a chord with me.
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Thanks Liz. Hard to keep hopeful amid current turmoils.
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You’re welcome, VJ. It certainly is. I made the mistake of listening to the local news last night, and it was one shooting after another.
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