Lately, I’ve not been practicing Faith;
Not been offering sweet prayers and smiling
Or offerings flowers on pink mornings…
Yet my faith is still there in the depths of my heart
A silent, still Faith;
Plaintive but not protesting,
A faith that keeps following
The daily routines, the heart aches until a new start…
I might be smiling and existing
And quietly there goes a prayer each now and then,
A prayer of delivery
Not only for me, but all those lone souls
Simply living upon faith on every new morning
A faith that wavers each now and then
But which never dies off from the memory;
Burning like a small candle whenever we fall…
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