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Faith

I want to write about faith, 

about the way the moon rises 

over cold snow, night after night,

faithful even as it fades from fulness,

slowly becoming that last curving and impossible 

sliver of light before the final darkness.

But I have no faith myself,

I refuse it the smallest entry.

Let this then, my small poem,

like a new moon, slender and barely open,

be the first prayer that opens me to faith.

David Whyte

River Flow 1984-2007

Paul on Google+ April 22, 2014