Sometimes it's a
combination...
Of faith and reason...
When weeks and days
make up years
Lessons learned...
Become hard moments...
And forgotten pain...
Remembered single
solitary times
Golden sparkles they
shine
In the eyes of memories
We carry our history
The waking of each day
We search...
To the next...
Living and existing
Trying to understand
what has been given
Holding onto that which
has been taken
Because when the heart
goes numb
It's the mind that goes
astray
And the less the mind
knows...
The more it has to fill
in the blanks
Silence listens...
And speaks...
Or has much to teach...
Truth found is a
cherished discovery
It's the true value of
fact
That reason without
faith...
Becomes conviction
without belief.
©
2020
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