Faith

In patience and rest

God’s fragrance is here

The sun finds the west

And unwinds our fear

A gust of wind would guide her there

And thrust a friend to hide his care

The tender maid, in dust and pain

To render aid, he must refrain

For time alone can heal her wound

His primal groan when feeling pruned

Her open gashes scar with skin

As hope would lash his heart again

Her songs at night: humility

He longs for sight, but will he see?

So clinging dearly to their Lord

Through singing tears, the two adored

The sovereign Spirit, gently heard

They’d often hear it when it stirred

At dawn, the daughter cast her bread

Upon the water, fast it fled

The son foreknew hope’s vapor vain

Yet once more threw a paper plane

As each in kind must start what is

To teach and bind their heart to His

This tale may end, mistakes may show

But failures tend to make us grow

For wisdom knows the reasons why

As rhythms flow and seasons die

That when our whims and plans are killed

It’s then our empty hands are filled

With treasure free from moth or rust

Forever we our Father trust

No test or fleece, but straight we trod

To rest in peace and wait on God

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime, faith is all we have. A wonderful poem shared. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Aneto]

Yes, thank you for the kind and generous feedback, Coyote.