It seems certain:
by love;
by acts;
by deeds;
by fruit;
one’s faith is indeed,
at least the size of a mustard seed.
It can be disheartening
when mountains don’t move or
hillocks or tussocks or molehills.
Petitions: “Lord, let this medicine, this cure, be the one!” do not obtain,
and I think, it is precisely here,
among the throng of those full of
mockery and scorn, we may
hear His gentle, reassuring voice:
to resign one’s self;
to become humble;
to lie down and exalt
ourselves on the throne
of the sick bed; and to know,
without doubt, it is
here, in solidarity
with all of the befallen:
we begin to move mountains.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Lovely
Thank you Julie!
Good write Gary.
Thank you Orchidee!
here you've exemplified the utility within belief systems (any and all),
a wonderful read of self-mined resolve, choosing to entrust in the goodness you glean from your chosen avenue of belief,
if we could all just add that ounce of humility to accept each others differences - well, at the very least we would allow our humane qualities to surface above our chaotic nature of existence as humans,
happy new year
Thank you for your read and affirmation - indeed it is the virtue of humility that softens the ever so damaging vice of pride that has plagued human kind since its inception (from a Christian perspective- in the Garden of Eden).
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