Faith


When I come to the edge of all the light I know,

and am about to step off into the darkness of the unknown,

FAITH is knowing one of two things will happen...

Either there will be something solid to stand on or

I will be taught to FLY.

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francis mahon said…
Those few lines are a beautiful thought. I've been standing on the edge of a dark place, myself, for a while now - fighting against myself and the world, hoping that the precipice would swallow me.

I woke up this morning with an inkling that I would like to go to confession, and restore my relationship with God. Being guided, "randomly", to your blog has strengthened my resolve.

Peace,
Fran
May 18, 2007 at 7:14 AM
Me said…
Coincidence (apparent randomness) is God's way of remaining anonymous, or so I have heard. No matter how hard I think I work to pursue God, I find God is really the one pursuing and I am the one being startled by the God-prints all around me. Peace to you, Fran.
May 18, 2007 at 2:59 PM
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