Faith is a key
Fear is a lock
Faith, the fabric that covers me.
Fear the incessant cold.
Faith, the shield
fear’s arrows clear.
And the one
who seeks for me.
Until faith then
becomes the door
I go in and out
restored.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 17
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Living Tree Poetry 