“Cycles of Faith”
Faith isn’t like a seed It’s a garden grown within. Winter flowers bloom in chill As daisies burst in spring Leaves once bright in autumn Rot away in mud and rain Pleasant plants erupt from hidden places Only later to wither away Then in times of trauma In grief and devastation Fire tears apart my garden heart In raging flames of desecration. Alone in the ash, I feel I might break. Can’t truth survive the flame? Was this small garden just a fake? As the smoke clears My heart settles and cries Rain soothes the ashened ground Will my garden […]
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