Three
I'm blindly optimistic.
I know.
First glance I hate those words -
Blindly
to follow with no sense of
directions. To grip the ground
afraid of falling where you
progress.
Optimistic.
Smiles that elongate your lips
And cracks the porcelain
face.
Blindly optimistic
Faith.
When I do not see.
Trust.
That He is with me.
He knows the plans - my plans!
Peace.
Genuine smile that shines
Through the eyes and Spirit.
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