My dearest angel
Restoring Faith
At times I write and think you are the one that loses faith.
But the truth is that you bear it
carry it with you
the heavy truth that it is
the burden of the pain
the burden of both how beautiful and horrific the world of man is
While I have no faith
Sometimes I soar in the haven of Prayers
other times I hide from the world in my imagination.
But when you take my hand
I dare to carry my faith with me
When I look into your eyes
I feel how God can exist
Amid this chaos
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 1111 times
Written on 2010-03-17 at 23:45
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Eli |
