Faith is a delicate string
Upon which hangs our hearts and souls.
We dangle unaware of its strength.
Until, in the midst of the strongest gale,
We grasp with our entire being.
How tightly we cling,
Crying out for relief from all the uncertain motion.
Please let it stop, we pray.
Is this tender filament enough?
Pleading for it to sustain our fragile selves
Awaiting peace.
Promising this time to appreciate its delicate plait
And the landscape below.
