We cannot force faith.
Like happiness, faith is fostered
in moments that look very much like a giving way
of expectation.
We lift our eyes
to the ever-changing weather,
the inclement climate,
the clouds taking turns with the sun.
Somehow, even though the Heaven’s change
and stars fall out of the sky,
to burst at the edge of the world,
we trust our world to hold.
Faith is something we can sometimes drop,
like eyeglasses.
We search around a little bit blind
until we find them,
grasp our fingers round,
return them to our face.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
August 2020
Living Tree Poetry 