Faith
There was a time when I believed much stronger
than I do now.
A time when all the problems
that faced me and my world
could easily be solved.
A yesterday when a small child crept upon its knees
and prayed with humble sincerity that could withdraw the wrath
of the angriest of men let alone the gentle love of a fathering God.
That was the past
when the child had no doubts
and believing was a simple act.
As the child grows that time tends to end
and like lost yesterdays
a child grows away from simplicity.
Todays are born too suddenly
and a young adult grows distantly away
from hymns and prayers we used to know.
These nows are always with us
as childish visions are put aside
and gods are laid to rest with forgotten prayers and holy medals.
Today, we've grown older, wiser and mature
to be free and independent
capable of solving our own unaided needs.
Tomorrow though, now there's another time to be
when an aging person's thoughts are left to ponder
more serious and more important dreams.
That will be a new unchartered time
perhaps to search and believe again
much stronger than ever before.
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