Fumbling Toward Faith

Greg M Cole

Somewhere between what is,

What could be,

What should be,

I lean into a wind called "future."

The trick is to lean hard,

Stay in balance;

Not too far forward

Or you fall through faith;

Not leaning back,

Or you fall into nothingness.

 

Where the Spirit leads me

Is a mystery,

An unknown known,

That unfolds in slow steps

Not yet taken,

But already walked;

As if…

Life is lived backward

From the mystery to the now.

 

 

Copyright © by Greg M Cole

  • Author: Greg M Cole (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 10th, 2024 14:02
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    Good write G.

  • Teddy.15

    Dear Greg this is amazing so inspiring I do love with all my heart this theme, I think we are all where we are meant to be because of those past steps and the future will become yesterday as we walk those steps. Beautiful 🌹



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