Faith
Faith
Lost in a labyrinth of secluded observation,
Madnesses beckon in the midst of creation,
Behind a wall of unwilling stiff negation,
Spurning humanity out of simple frustration.
Never realizing the once glorious dreams,
For lack of the harness needed for cold, malicious schemes.
Life’s once-bright promise is showing it’s worn seams,
Yet still holding dearly to hope’s long ‘fore-lit gleams…
Hope is like an opaque rock where we may find a stand.
Dreams must be clenched tightly,
Though they’re not held by hand.
You must believe in yourself with all your aiming heart,
You must perfect this approach,
Because faith is an art.
Starvation waiting ‘round every next bend,
Held at bay only through work with never a clear end.
Asking for help above with yet more prayers to send,
Wanting to borrow someone’s strength, yet still willing to
lend…
Never bending to the constant rank assault,
Of the incessant naysayer who only can find fault.
Resisting the impulse to simply just give in,
Hanging on to sincerity can still be a small win.
Hope is like an opaque rock where we may find a stand.
Dreams must be clenched tightly,
Though they’re not held by hand.
You must believe in yourself with all your aiming heart,
You must perfect this approach,
Because faith is an art.
Pushing the envelope of civility,
Just to escape those who lie too easily.
Still maintaining the values others just won’t see,
Just when did truth become a liability?
Trying to hold out ‘til help can finally arrive,
Slogging through the gutters to keep my ethics alive.
Wondering if I can maintain this solitary drive,
Wondering am I alone, and if my will survives…
Hope is like an opaque rock on where may find a stand.
Dreams must be clenched tightly,
Though they’re not held by hand.
You must believe in yourself with all your aiming heart,
You must perfect this approach,
Because faith is an art.
Cliff Lake 1/1/1995
Copyright © Clifford Lake 1995
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