Haikus of Trust
By Jane Tawel
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Frightened, hard, closed fists.
Yearning, open hands.
Faith is in the unknowning.
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A Tree grows in light.
The night stunts its reach.
But the roots grow in the dark.
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I have great fear of going blind.
To see nothing would impair my sense of self.
But what senses of Otherness would rise in me,
the blind traveler,
were I to keep walking?
© Jane Tawel, 2026
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