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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