Hope Victorious

  Faith is something.             It is no small thing.             It is not nothing Faith doesn’t just lead us to something, or give us access (although it does!) But the faith,           on its own,               it is something too. Faith has its own reward.             Faith is substance.              Faith is real. When there is none – you feel the absence of it.       You feel the empty void. That frightening place of uncertainty – where questions outnumber answers 1,000 to 1 Where hope and joy are sucked out of the atmosphere by a vacuum of fear, You feel it when there is no faith.   Yes, faith is something It may not be as good as when you can hold the thing you once had to have faith for,    or stand on it,       or in it,        or look at it,             or kiss it When faith is answered and that thing you once believed for, is now realized   -   faith looks small But faith is the reason that you keep going, keep believing and hoping Faith

  How can a heart hold love like this and not explode? I didn’t think I could love you more You kept growing; changing and becoming So did I Now I love you differently: stronger, more resolved And more – so much more You’ve hurt me and I’ve hurt you We have disappointed one another I’ve seen your best – all the delightfully good and sparkling aspects of you I have seen the hard and less than beautiful parts too I have held the treasure of you closely Just as I have held the sorrows and pain Through it all – love has grown   Love changes Strengthens and holds on You are a part of me I am a part of you Love holds us both