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Jan 2013
Faith o faith...

I'd like to think,
That all the bricks
Of disappointment
And tragic inevitability
Are giving me
The heavy strength
In which
I'm going to build the foundation
I will rise from.

The confused spaces
And doubtful understandings
Will turn into stairs.
Leading me up to the potential
Of pure grace
In this life that I'm living.

I pray the welcoming door
To the house of me,
Stays as compassionate and open armed,
As my spirit feels
In this moment.

Nik Krutilla
Written by
Nik Krutilla
   ---, Anon C and The amateur poet
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