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 © | Year Posted 2017

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