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Faith, Hope and Love


Faith, Hope and Love
by Caroline Frost Shea

Faith is like a fallen leaf:
surrendered, floating slowly down the stream.
Obstructions are just a short delay
to the stronger current of the dream.

Your love is that very river:
Water pure as gold and free of fear.
Trees planted on the banks grow and flourish
Neither death nor winter visit here.

Hope is what we’re given for the journey.
The sustenance that carries us to the end.
Expectation: better than bread or water.
Taste the vision just around the bend!

This poem felt like a little gem that floated to me during worship.  Like a lot of my poems they started with one line “Faith is like a fallen leaf…” and the rest of the poem didn’t come until I wrote that line down.  Inspired in part by 1 Cor 13:13 and in part by the life of Louie Zamperini whose story is told by Laura Hillenbrand in the book Unbroken, I’ve been pondering the idea that faith, hope and love are more essential to our life than food or water.

(Photo by Caroline Frost Shea)


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    Amy Rizzuto
    January 13, 2015 at 1:23 am

    So pretty Caroline! I love the poem and the photograph. I agree Faith, Hope and Love are the beautiful result of living a life filled with and centered around Jesus!

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    Unbroken | A True Story of Survival, Hope, Redeption and Forgiveness | Book Review | We His Beloved
    January 29, 2015 at 12:38 pm

    […] Nowhere is the importance of hope and life-filled words more strongly showcased than in the story of Mac.  Mac was the third man to survive the plane crash a long with Louie and Phil, but he did not survive the raft.  From the onset of the journey, he had the least hope.  It didn’t begin well for Mac, whose fear overtook him from day one as he screamed repeatedly in a panic, “We’re gonna die!” until Louie had to punch him in the face to get him to shut up.  That night, Mac devoured all the provisional chocolate, and though Phil and Louie were merciful the next morning, after that moment Mac went virtually silent.  While Phil and Louie were determined to keep their minds sharp by talking about the future, telling every detail of their past, praying, singing songs and describing their favorite foods.  Mac didn’t participate in any of this and slowly slipped into a haze that he never escaped.  This part of the story particularly riveted me because though Mac had the same food and water Louie and Phil and he was just as healthy (even more so perhaps because Phil was injured) and yet he simply died one night after 34 days on the raft.  The life-giving power of hope contrasted with the death-bringing power of fear and guilt were a powerful lesson to me in this small portion of the story.  In fact, it inspired me to write this poem. […]

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