Grace, Faith, Belief
No matter how uneasy
some days are,
I recall that I chose them.
Knowing it is a struggle
to believe in the good
when life points otherwise,
I reserve the right to believe,
regardless my sources,
no matter the topic,
that the truth will come out,
honesty will triumph,
love will trump cuteness,
each and every time,
as all wonder-filled hearts
generously give birth
to beautiful poetry.
Even when life says
don’t believe it,
I hope for it to be so.
I’ll see it
when I believe it.
That’s how it is.
Would you believe it?
Could you conceive it?
The seeds we sow
in the soil to grow,
just the thing which
allows our hearts to sing.
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