Faith
in my yard there is a blade
that does not know me
though I strike it down
again and again - it grows
measuring itself against the world;
pressing itself to the trials of time
breaking the shallow air
with a tough, but delicate care
it gathers its glisten
from drops that will listen
by day and by night
it moves toward the light
I do not know if it’s meant to be
I only know it seems to me
infused with a faith
that is stronger
than most folks
I see
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