Where windswept thoughts abound,
The heart is left open and insecure,
Dry tears flowing without a trail,
Voices silenced as if behind glass,
Lives in motion too soon pass.
Sorrow clears the mind like a wave,
Covering us beneath the waters,
Bringing the choice to hold my breath,
Yet pain is the mark of being alive,
Pushing us forward so we may thrive.
The sun questions each morning,
If we have the faith to rise,
Or to simply wait for breath to end,
When the gift of life is love,
And we are held by God above.
Love is strength to see past the eyes,
Which may be blinded by tears,
Yet the heart can see forever,
Which of course defies the mind,
With only the heart truth we find.
With no proof what lies outside,
We have the faith to daily go,
Faith is knowledge of things unseen,
So we may know that God is always there,
In spite of sorrow or pain there is love to share.
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