Faith

It starts with an ache, with the asking, with a small pile of ash.

For some, it comes by questioning, for others, by suffering, still others, it's like a hard shell that cracks.

It becomes a belief that needs to find belief.

Sitting Waiting Watching

For how long?

The ruach hums through the body: I Am.

Amidst the music, faith grows in the grace of walking toward Easter.