by Kimberly Finnell-Mulvena

Spirit inquired, 
“Can you hear faith?
See it?
Smell it?
Taste it?
Touch it?”
I responded,
“It is but a mere whisper 
Spoken softly
Through the word of God
And if I listen closely
It is a faint and quiet note
That says, hope is near
And if I listen closer
The tone is bold and commands,
That hope is here
The seed is small 
Yet when nurtured with prayer
It grows and grows 
Into miracles and wonder
And if I plant it on good ground
It will yield a crop 
Some hundred-fold
It smells like the sweet aroma 
That comes from unleavened cakes
Made of flour and oil
Baked in a covered pan
Presented with promise 
And received with trust
It taste of living water
That springs forth from the fountain of forever,
From the lake of everlasting,
From a timeless sea of truth,
Peace, acceptance, and all that is good
Though it withers away 
When I pull it out of good soil, 
It grows cold with fear and doubt,
But if I seize it
As if grabbing salt from the earth,
It gives me strength and endurance
To fight the good fight
It is by faith I await God’s great reward.”

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Kimberly Finnell-Mulvena lives in Tucson, Arizona with her husband and three children. Her poem Galactic Voyage won the Space 2 Inspire, SpaceX Mission contest. She is a member of David Farland’s Apex Writing Group.