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Faith;

When your soul hears that something,

That something so slight.

The pinging ring when it's uttered

a wing with holes heals for flight.

Divinely it is fostered,

in your heart hear that chime

that bewilders philosophers

but it can't be denied.

This jingle made ore your quiet heartstrings

is as low as a whisper

yet still deafening.

It rings on to endless,

it is infinite and we

have only to hear it

to know eternally

that what this life is,

is worth having meaning.

It is what there aren't words for

but inside you its gleaming

right at the edge of passionate feeling. It speaks like a song bird

within joyful communion.

To love one another

is the direction it's leading.

Amazingly it's invisible,

But your heart can just see it

when it's found it's profound;

No logic can reason with

why faith would be or

How it could be proven.

Faith if sought

Is something to believe in;

It abounds,

And its presence is persistent.

While it perseveres in each of us

who thought to try and reach it..

Those who just stop,

Really stop.

Stop and listen,

It's that soulful sonorous riff,

Creation in transmission.

In your heart its playing out,

The hidden Hymnal symphony.

You've never noticed somehow.

This minstrel melody

Intrinsic

but till now

you havent ever listened

Or

You never knew quite how.