Embryo in frozen state, life that lies in whispered hush;
Seeds have time to contemplate prospective perks of being crushed.
Future fruit that owes its taste to winter’s harshest, toughest blow,
Shows us nothing is a waste – frost breaks us down to help us grow.
Faith flies.
It rises on wings of hope.
It faces fear –
Doesn’t demand directions,
Assumes the destination is worth the effort.
Faith floats.
It ascends over distractions,
Leaves entanglements and confusion far below.
Faith forms.
It relies on others,
Forges relationships in which leaders are followers,
Treads in paths marked by sandaled feet.
It lands in greener pastures, because
Faith flies.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 