What causes this seismic shift?
When certainty turns into a precipice
Some small thing and feather light tips the balance
And doubt looms large
What turns the future into a question mark?
When those things set in stone disintegrate
Some crack appears in the solid plan
And confidence dissolves
What happens when the trap door opens?
When the rabbit hole is long and dark
Some expectation is blown to bits
And true north cannot be found
What keeps the tree standing tall and full?
When the winds of change are unrelenting
Some small rain is yet to fall
And the taproot of faith sustains it
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