Some do it with hands clasped
Some with incense sticks
Others with chanting beads
Down on all fours, desperately pleading, praying, wishing, connecting
Faith is believing what you can’t see
Trusting what you can’t reason
It is what gives strength during the darkest moment
It is what gives hope when the world shatters
Believing that you can come through even when you can’t see light
To the mighty God
To the merciful deity
To the formless absolute
To the gust of wind
and red pump shoes

Miracle happens because you believe
Nice write up! Thanks for sharing!
thanks p&p for reading
hugs!
thanks Kole