trust is a learned thing:
that something so big
can name, can love, can nurture
one this small
dry tears with a kiss
& stitch together a torn heart
with a smile
it is known by infants
as something real, expressed
in arms that rock gently
& hands that feed
our first prayer simply us
lifting up our own arms,
asking wordlessly to be held
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Nice poem! The preacher’s hat has been donned!
Thank you—will be doing the altar call shortly 🙂
the eyes of faith! faith, more than belief, is about seeing beyond proof, conviction without evidence! is it really learned?
you are too right–this is really more about trust or belief, not faith…..
Like, lots.
Thank you Nelle
Beautiful. I think the way you connect the infant with a full-bodied (embodied) sense of the world is just lovely. . . and insightful too.
Thank you so much Jeremy. I remember my son simply holding his hand up for me to hold as we walked, not even looking, just lifting it up and knowing my hand would be there for his.
Made me think of being a Mother and also of knowing mine was always there for me.
Love it friend!
This version is beautiful!
Thank you both! Just needed a little tweaking for accuracy and clarity (Thanks, N)
Thank you. I’ve heard so much about you, but have read even more. You’re writing is beautiful.