Faith comes in many different feathers.
It is not one simple condor that sweeps you up and carries you to heaven
on its back.
No, faith is a flock of birds, each with its own bone structure, wing
breadth and song. For example…
a.) The BIG faith (i.e. God
and the ever-after): Although I’m sure
Biblical scholars would argue that this bird should be a dove, my BIG faith is
more bald eagle-ish. Elusive at first, but once sighted glorious to behold. I
cling to this fellow’s back every day, just closing my eyes and holding on for
dear life.
b.) Career path faith: I know I am meant to be a writer. It is as
certain to me as the seagulls squawking noisily over the shore. Whenever I
start to doubt, I simply need to look toward the sea.
c.) Success faith: Whether
or not I will ever succeed financially as a writer is as foreign to me as an
Asian Crested Ibis. I’ve seen pretty pictures of this fellow but have as of yet
to catch glimpse of him myself. I keep looking though. In fact, I believe my
field binoculars have melded with my face. It’s not a pretty picture to be sure,
but I and my muse search on.
To end, I’d like to say that I have no idea where this posting came from.
I simply started to write and wrote.
Hmm… I fear my stream of consciousness is a little different than most
folks’. Apologies for that.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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