A Whisper of Faith

Cool air eases in through the window,
something less than a breeze,
just a soft flowing of the night.

The light of the moon
seems incredibly bright,
angled from the high corner of the window
between the post of the bed
and the slant of the sill.

I lie still for a while,
remembering the smell of cut grass,
the feel of the sun impossibly warm
on an April day,
the sheen of the horses
grazing in the brome.

It is more than this
that makes a home,
just as faith is more
than what is believed:

it is the collective
of memory and meaning,
an interpretation of the future
that exceeds the glory of the present.

It is a quiet soothing,
a gentle stirring,
a calm fire
that conquers all ragings.

H. Arnett
4/3/12

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About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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