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GREAT FAITH by Diane Bell

Events in our country have been weighing heavily upon me lately...

I wrote these words to express how I feel and to rejuvenate my Faith. I share them in hopes that they will find resonance with you and we will know that we are not alone.

Great Faith
by Diane Bell

Mercy...
That's all I can think
to ask for...
It's too much
the pain
the sadness
the injustice
the blatant unfairness of it all...

Why?
How?
How did we get here?
Has it always been this way?

My heart aches...
It physically hurts
squeezing
tighter
til I feel that I can't breathe...

How can we live
if we can't breathe?
How can we taste
Freedom
if we keep our mouths shut?

We cling to safety
but we are none of us
Safe
Not if any of us are not
Free...

Turning away
will not bring relief.
The truth is still
the truth.

Facing what is
is the only way
to bring about
what may be...

I take solace
knowing that so many
are paying attention,
that many are ready
for change.

The path forward
is bumpy.
The path behind us
a circuitous one.
We've stepped forward,
and back again.
Gains made, then
trampled over.

And so,
I will stand.
I will speak up
and let my voice be heard...

I will help others
as I may.
I will walk arm in arm
if I am called.
I will fight,
if necessary...

And, with great Faith,
I will stand steadfast
in my belief
that people are Good,
that Justice will prevail,
that, in the end,
Love always wins,
and one day
(soon I hope)
we will all live in Peace.





Diane Bell is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest of the United States. She writes poetry to connect with the world around her and with the Divine within her. For more of her writing, visit her Facebook page "Empowerment Through Love"








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