May 2018
She looked up to the sky and saw all those fallen stars.
She couldn’t believe any more.
She stepped down from the pedestal,
she put away her telescope,
she lay down under the flowery duvet,
shut her eyes,
and went to sleep.
She couldn’t believe any more.
She stepped down from the pedestal,
she put away her telescope,
she lay down under the flowery duvet,
shut her eyes,
and went to sleep.
‘She was an amazing woman of faith’.
We hold faith as a virtue, a marvelous virtue. Marvelous because of it’s strength to hold despite the weight of all the things lying on top of it, trying to break that faith – the weight of a gritty reality. But what if we loose that faith? Is that a failure?
We hold faith as a virtue, a marvelous virtue. Marvelous because of it’s strength to hold despite the weight of all the things lying on top of it, trying to break that faith – the weight of a gritty reality. But what if we loose that faith? Is that a failure?
