![]() FaithA Poem by The Rainmaker![]() Never give up, no matter the pain, no matter the cost.![]() A harsh wind has taken up Howling and wasting Blowing in, from the darkest parts of my heart A deathly gale, stripping away Hope and desire, love and laughter Leaving behind a ruined land a desert waste, gray clouds always looming Dry crack ground devoid of feeling Where once stood monuments My heart has crumbled into ash My dreams, the weary traveler, Who calls this hell his home, Carries a staff to hold him high A blanket to fight the cold of loneliness And carries with him A seed The seed of hope. For even in the dryest of lands Where nothing has grown The water of dreams coupled with this seed The dedication of faith working the soil to a better life Even the driest lands can take root And forth will spring the lush forests Of the love that never quit.
© 2012 The Rainmaker |
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1 Review Added on May 7, 2012 Last Updated on May 7, 2012 Tags: ruin, pain, dreams, hope determination, love Author
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