Voices

Doubt fills the gaps where faith is not
Hard to come by in the empty shell
Somehow faith is grown out of this
Dark soil almost as if every wiggling
Doubt is a worm alerting the soil
Each doubt digging deeper, disturbing
All that is around it making room
Letting in precious air, room to grow
It is our choice whether fear is the
Plant that springs forth or a new one
A faith yet heard of, a new vine yet
Discovered, tended, watered, growing
Stronger as the doubts begin to wiggle
Away supporting life abundantly