The uphill batle agaist faith (and for it)
I watch you quietly slip away
I see you smile, you calmly say
That you're now free from all this pain
Your life's been good, you have no shame
I want your faith I need your peace
I hate this questioning disease
That haunts my heart and helps no-one
Your faith says from death we can't run
I see you close your eyes and smile
I hear you sigh once more, "Goodbye all"
Then the room fills with a warming glow
Intangible warmth we do not know
You are not here yet you still live
The smile on your lips you give
As your last gift one lasting grin
To tell us now death never wins
Then I awoke and wondered
Why my dreams had torn asunder
What I did not believe in
I think I can conceive in
Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-11-17 at 06:38
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