My Faith Will Move On

My cupboards a mess, my sink filled with lye My stables now empty, my well has gone dry My pastures left fallow, my timber all burned My streams have been fished out, and what have I learned The cupboard can be restocked, the sink can be cleaned A new well can be dug, a new colt can be weaned As the dams are reopened, new roe will then spawn These troubles will pass —and my faith will move on (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015) ‘From The Book Of Prayers’