Faith is a curious thing. It sometimes passes me be and then every once in a while it strikes me down. Fills me with hope. It attacks the mind with its incurable persistence. It makes one think of a higher reckoning which is unexplainable, unknowable, indifferent and yet altogether tolerant of anything you could imagine.
Faith scares me. Yet it makes me hopeful of a higher force which will pull me back from this brink. Force me to reevaluate. Force me to feel. To think.
Hope drives me ever forward in everything I do. Sometimes i doubt myself. But it lives on in my soul and it is unexplainable. And it makes me warm....
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