Faith
Plodding alone,
Through the maze of life,
Through what we pass by as
Church.
Scrambling up and over,
Scrunching around the boulders,
Avoiding cactus prickles
Disguised as human words.
Getting stuck in burrs.
"Please take this for me,"
Says a fern, handing me a prayer,
As she stays in the shade
Of the cross,
Where it is cooler, and easier to bear
The heat of daily loss.
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