Where faith persists beyond the reach of proof,
It stands unarmed before the weight of doubt;
No walls of certainty defend its roof,
Yet still it stays when hope would wander out.
It learns to breathe within the unanswered,
To trust the dark without demanding sight;
It walks with loss, unbittered and unanchored,
And names endurance as a form of light.
No sudden miracle attends its stay,
No promise shields it from the ache of years;
Faith holds its ground in quiet, fragile ways,
Through broken dreams and unacknowledged tears.
Thus faith endures, not crowned by victory—
But by the courage simply still to be.
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