Below is the poem which I would like to dedicate it to my own soul for those many moments where I lose faith on some things in life. Particularly, with some troubled situations arising between me and My Mr. this poem is a perfect reminder of not losing faith and hope in life.
I want to write about faith,
about the way the moon rises
over cold snow, night after night,
faithful even as it fades from fullness,
slowly becoming that last curving and impossible
sliver of light before the final darkness.
But I have no faith myself
I refuse it even the smallest entry.
Let this then, my small poem,
like a new moon, slender and barely open,
be the first prayer that opens me to faith
-David Whyte, from Where Many Rivers Meet