Faith Poem by Athena King
Faith
I hold something within my Hands.
I protect it from the Storms and
the Winds of the World,
for it is small and soft,
Ultimately Vulnerable.
It is one small Spark of Faith.
A Spark that must be Fed,
Fanned,
Grown.
It can become powerful, like unto a wildfire,
but I must put in the work.
I must feed it
I must fan it
I must grow it
The Possibility of my Spark is within my grasp
and it is Beautiful.
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