Quiet Faith
Of quiet faith I’ve managed much to learn;
its subtle power sometimes I can discern
when, like a breeze, it touches me in turn.
Its presence, so it seems, I only feel;
and yet, I know it’s there, for it does heal
in such a way my heart cannot conceal
it’s happiness in living life each day.
Those faith-like buds depict a sweet bouquet,
and how it blooms, I now can clearly say:
It’s faithful living, in a broader sense,
without the need for worry or pretense.
A spirit filled with love is recompense
for every worldly trial I may endure--
How funny that an essence so obscure,
can offer up such hope and reassure!