Your heart is a sun–
Joy its stars,
Faith a moon, shining in your darkness.
I want to write about faith
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night.
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself,
I refuse it the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
Some say the dandelion’s message is that every breath is a second chance. Let all those who know you not, O Lord, be open to the second chance faith offers them. Come fill their lungs anew with your holy breath of life and their veins with the blood you shed for them on Calvary’s cross.
Know that the Lord has set apart his faithful servant for himself; the Lord hears when I call to him. Psalm 4:3 ✝
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