I’ve learned, albeit the hard way, that faith is something that must be cultivated.

For as long as I can remember, I operated under the supposition that faith could be summoned at a moment’s notice.

Only to find the tank empty.

Punctuated by a glaring absence of reserves, simply because I didn’t nurture the seed.

Unbeknownst to us, faith is watered with our tears on the trails that we wander.

They grow as we do – becoming the very thing that will sustain us.

I still wander, I’m still learning, endeavoring to be better, to be made whole.

Copyright © 2017 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved

Writer, poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger, recovering corporate animal and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will only get in the way.

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