Is faith not memory and experience brought into the present moment?
Not the blind nor religious kind – for this purpose, they are not important
Faith, the reassurance that slowly builds in the mind
I did not die that time, though my fear screamed that I would
Something protected me
Upheld and enfolded
I was passed into the next chapter unharmed
Life goes on and these moments pile up
Faith expands exponentially
Eventually becoming part of the story we tell ourselves and over and over it takes our hand until we walk without falter
But what’s the reason?
Three steps forward, one step looks back
Faith, memory, experience, perhaps
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