Friday, July 27, 2018

A poem that moved me

Sometimes I wondered if
I had any faith.
I sat down and thought about it.
And when I had had enough
of that I got up
and went on my way.
And that--the getting up
and going--was faith.

Mary Jean Irion, Yes, World

2 comments:

Mollie Hunt, Cat Writer said...

Yes.

Vicki said...

Twice this week you've struck a chord. Complaints, about the weather specifically have put me in a spiral of complaining and being victimized by everything that crosses my path this week. But reading this poem reminded me that I haven't lost my faith, that as long as I get up, put one foot in front of the other, without the complaints, means my faith is still with me. And this shall past.

Thank you Jill, from the bottom of my heart. Vicki