in my hands
i carry trust
it doesn’t have
a shape
smell
or taste
i just…
made it now
from my faith
yes, just like that
a peaceful trust
deep down
in the soil of my heart
like a flower seeds
it suddenly become
alive
and
my face
embraced by warm beams of sun
in my hands
i carry trust
poojycat 
That must be a lovely feeling, Poojy.
it is Marion, i keep it with me…it’s really inspiring as well 🙂
beautiful poem, Poojy
thank you Lukasz
Sheer beauty of your heart!
🙂 thank you so much Marie for these words 🙂