Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
it is no
mystery
that faith
carries us...
where
certainty
never can,
when
knowledge
refuses arrival,
where
confidence—
crashing—fails,
when
indecision
holds one hostage,
when
convictions
collide with comfort.
it is no
mystery.
faith
carries
us.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 17, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the The Rutted Road collection.
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Indeed it does! From as simple as trusting an Uber would get us across town to other more complex extrapolates of outworking faith🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed, Arqios! From ordinary decisions to the deepest spiritual commitments, life requires us to move before every answer arrives. Thank you for walking into this one with me, my friend! 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
A much enjoyed walk🙏🏻🕊️
good write my friend
Much appreciated, Norman! Grateful to have you walking alongside me, my friend! 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
Always welcome
I wish what you wrote was true for me to believe in, cause right now I have no faith. I think God forgot me! Nicely written. Your poem revolves around the concept of faith as a guiding force in life, particularly in times of uncertainty and conflict. You suggest that while knowledge, certainty, and confidence may falter, faith remains a steadfast companion, enabling individuals to navigate difficult circumstances. You also seem to explore the contrasts between faith and elements like knowledge, certainty, and comfort, emphasizing the strength that faith provides when other forms of assurance fail.
My friend, God has not forgotten you. I believe God is within us and beyond us...present whenever one human being truly sees and cares for another. Scripture repeatedly shows God arriving through imperfect people who notice suffering and refuse to look away. I see you, and you see me. Perhaps your faith is not gone...perhaps it is wounded, exhausted, and waiting for your heart and mind to find each other again. Whatever you are able to believe today, I am sending my love and good vibes to you, Friendship. I cannot express what a blessing you are to me, and I am sure to many others on this site. 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
Good write T. Of course, it's no mystery what Popeye eats! lol.
Orchi, Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus requires neither knowledge nor certainty...only a can opener, which his grip practically is, and unquestioning confidence in suspicious green vegetation! LOL! 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
I appreciate this so much being a Libra, I am a great believer in faith especially when I just cannot decide. This is a wonderful write. 🌹
Absolutely, Teddy! When the Libra scales refuse to settle, faith gently says, “Take the step anyway.” I’m so glad this one connected with you, my friend! 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
Faith is not religious but at the bottom of all we know for in the beginning we must trust. Trust that the floor will hold us, that there is air to breath and that the sun will shine again. Trust built on experience but trust none the less for we do not understand the mechanisms beneath it. A lovely write my friend and a fave
Exactly, Soren! Religion may give faith a particular language, but it does not own it. Every life begins and continues through countless acts of reliance upon what we cannot personally verify. Deeply appreciated and honored by the fave, my friend! 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
You are most welcome Tristan
Faith is a strong metophor and sometimes its all that's left in the end.
Strangely enough, we might go through life never thinking about it, till that time when rock bottom brings us to the realisation we need help.
Exactly, Paul! We may barely notice faith while life remains manageable, but when everything else gives way, it becomes the last ground beneath us. Needing help is not failure...sometimes it is where the return to life begins. Much appreciated, my friend! 🌫️🚶🙏🖤
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