FAITH
Faith is fearless, faith sings gaily,
she touches me tenderly when I’m sad.
Faith sits quietly in the sun
remembering all the fun we’ve had.
Faith inspires as a rising fire
then lies in wait as yesterday’s ashes;
she comes in the wind, in the hailing storm
to batter upon me, rain that splashes.
Faith is existence, love and being,
quiet in the shadow beside my chair,
whether she’s needed or quite forgotten
my heart is at peace because she’s there.
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