The apostles said to the Lord, ‘Increase our faith!’ The Lord replied, ‘If you had faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you.’ (Luke 17:5-6)
I want to write about faith
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself
I refuse it the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith.
© David Whyte, ‘Faith’. Prayers at 3a.m., Phil Cousineau (ed). HarperSanFrancisco, 1995. #40ways40days. Photo by Beat Schuler on Unsplash.
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