Emily Dickinson

Faith

Patience is winter’s hardest gift: to believe that beneath the surface the seed turns ready to rise. Hardy still when you take your apprenticeship late bowing in the silence learning requires while all your inclination is to speak as if in your prime. Never-too-late maybe but my faith sometimes ebbs wondering what world will greet me as I break again into light.

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