To walk upon stormy- raging waters
An inner fear to reach out and believe,
Visions can become clouded tears.
Straining eyes- to see- absorb- to perceive.
There’s hope that’s reaching from within the fog.
Is it not seen, beams of sun breaking through?
Why is a heart not trusting the voice in the smog?
Is faith so hard to grasp that was once knew?
We ride on different waves, but same ocean.
Coming into existence- grasping sight.
Focused light within hues of the raven.
Belief’s not sight, trusting the unseen light.
Internal faith- seeing without knowing.
To hear words within your inner being,
Is reaching- embracing- clarifying.
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