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Faith, It does mean

Tags: meaning road

What it is never there if?
never meaning of entry, a slight mention
bound at being unfound,
imagine. Any possibility of such dread.

The heart, looms within the mind its 'real'.
What it claims to have tangibility
is engaged as does a fisher
on lifeless lake with an undisturbed
choice to stay, fishing for sights instead
knowing that 'that school' will
in time right come. For is everything it
so becomes: patience,
even the boat's name. Going off
watch of things to keep,
the view; the water, feels clear as
sky on its face, and equally
reasons don't baffle the fog, they're the ends
perceived enough during the trek
drawing the fin-backed answers closer
to real seeing, and touching.

Where it's preordained is this and oft,

heads warn, much as they wear
asking why -- another why --
and seems good why nothing at all. 'Cause
tiresome millions of it spread.
At the point of nothing, lost.
Fast, fasting goes: the impatient wait.
It is snatched. 'Way it is, the fire, snatched.
Contoured mystery, that which the universal
expanse yon hides, loosens grip;
figures one to himself: 't has been hard
--will itself let go, disown after
being kept years of. For anon, eyes must see;
the body, too soon must touch.

So are, what makes the painful world, these.
Only moment of believing thought
is hastening tempted by. Along, bitter
glimpses cave in, stalked from all which,
on rest should have lain. Trust hangs on
barely, then recurs! Forward -- gifts worth
their history, the forgotten: restored to gluttons
for truth, and therefore beauty. The instant
when shoots uniquely, graft in. Sacred

after long and tedious, seeking toil. Brain ceases
to be unbelief, earthly -- whereupon pours
an apologetic gain. Not that there remains
tropic conviction, but those daredevil
senses of it fill out the cry, the fondness that is:--
love. Meanings in the core refreshed have they
when a traveler to a land promised, has been told:

It's not bad to stop once in a while as you trip down the good Road. Stop,
to satisfy your curiosity of something that catches you by the 'weak'
(which is, one tool unready in time) so that, if you decide to walk on again,
you'd be able to see that the road is like a lovely maiden. Splendid. You'd
apart from the ordinary, even say: "I made the exquisite choice."


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