Faith Forgotten, But Not Lost
In this city's din of urban indifference
and solitude,
let me hear once again the faintest
echo of the mute music
of a heart grateful, generous.
In claustrophobic caves of cold cruelty
among calloused hearts,
let me glance at the haziest halo
of a vague affection
from a hand that's caring, giving.
In a self-deifying mob of the stolen
flame of science
let me feel the soft solace of believing,
of being believed in,
a faith forgotten, but not lost!
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