Still Being Faithful
Still being faithful and serenely living,
ignoring the self-made gods ranting...
unafraid of them whose soul is too bitter:
I am at peace in the mist of turmoil and fear.
Still being faithful, angering the wicked hearts too wild:
their faith and kindness have been replaced by their pride,
and on those virtues I have built my character and shaped it with purity...
have they lifted up their eyes and prayed on their knees with humility?
My winters aren't too harsh when His warm breath melts the deep snow,
'though my spring is far away, this sweet prayer is offered with a bow.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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