“Faith is, as they say, the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Faith is not a confidence that good will come. It is actually an apprehending of the good which cannot be seen with the eyes.”
A friend of mine had a few lines of this poem in her AIM profile or something back in college, and I always felt the sad irony of the end. The bird is aware of something the speaker isn’t.
“Faith is, as they say, the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Faith is not a confidence that good will come. It is actually an apprehending of the good which cannot be seen with the eyes.”
Love it.
A friend of mine had a few lines of this poem in her AIM profile or something back in college, and I always felt the sad irony of the end. The bird is aware of something the speaker isn’t.