“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” – Hebrews 11:1
I stood on nothing,
Leaned on nothing,
Held up by invisible supports
And unseen scaffolding.
My cup was empty,
My storehouses spent,
I could not muster up a morsel or crumb.
A lone warrior,
Fighting with no weapons in my hands,
Battling with an invisible army behind me.
Yet somehow,
This heavy nothing,
This full emptiness,
Utterly convinced me that I would win.
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