Faith

***This was perhaps my saddest write after seeing images of homeless and starving children in Romania on the tele; I truly believe that no matter what we may boast to accomplishments as a species --- should even one person be starving on the Earth --- we can boast of nothing. *** ----- This is a poem of faith and the miracle nature of God Almighty though it may seem He has done "nothing'; since when does a deity not do anything well within their power ---- is such a God worth mentioning? '---- there is either belief or disbelief; like in reality there is or isn't a God, but always righteous faith has its own reward ----- Somewhere another child weeps, her mouth dry and thirsty ---- Her stomach throbs from the greed of the world; she'd go to the local church but her strength won't let her ---- let her brave the cold and the chill of dawn Her torn torn red dress, sags like lost love, and her shoes shell-shocked with holes, and travel from place to icy place; Where faces are long and uncaring Where there is evil and greed and sin In a rose garden she found herself, and herself alone, with the delightful flowers and a wing and a prayer; She knelt on her dirty knees to smell the clean red petals And prayed for an early warm day ---- and praying still, the sun had risen before the dawn