Tuesday, June 26, 2012

every end of the day

this morning as i got into the car, i chanced upon a random parish magazine. and the cover article which was on matthew 8:26 really struck me  - "you of little faith, why are you so afraid?" Then he got up, and rebuked the wind and the waves, and it was completely calm.

four more days, until i chase my cinnamon-scented dreams
lets make them well-earned, langourous days
not days in which i have to constantly think of what i've done and not done

time to turn belief into something concrete,
to make bread where i've always failed to do so before
to put behind my apprehension and fear
to do what i've always been saying i'll do, but never actually done before
for i know that if i do what i can do
God will do what i can't do

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