How the seasons change, my friend!
I found myself today,
admitting what I might have done,
had fate not clogged the way.
And, truly, I have always thought,
that much escapes control.
Yet, I believed that our designs,
had still the stronger role.
Belief is like a taproot,
buried deep within the soil,
only proved by its fair fruit,
then, you know its toil.
Thus, I hold the bitterness,
of failure in my hands,
and come to see what that implies,
for what's beneath the sands.
O faith, why have thou fled me?
I never saw the change!
Once, I could do anything,
and now, all things are strange.
My God, I cry out to you,
with a servant's dying plea.
Teach me how to kill this doubt,
give my hope back to me!
Written 12 September 2017
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2017