When It Comes To Faith
When it comes to faith, even pain is a pleasure
It is just about right in every one of its measures
Come please. Join me.
Let’s just say it’s some sort of leisure
Forget all that nonsense about it being
“A Golden Treasure”
Clichéd exactly like the many notions of
Happiness, peace, love, religion…
Have all our principles been systematically configured?
Come please. Join me.
For I have been alone in this constant endeavor
Need some fresh air? Come…
And we shall breathe in this lovely weather
Suffocation. Panorama of turning backs.
It needn’t even the slightest conjecture
Come. I insist though.
For they always say there’s this light somewhere
In between the darkness
I therefore mustn’t censure
Aren’t we after all in this together?
Walk down this path
I can so simply say it’s better
Realm of faith...
Peace forever...
Yeah I can hear you saying “Whatever”
Apathy how dare you sever
These souls from these futile bodies
Forever?
Come though. I still insist despite all that.
For when it comes to faith, even this pain is a pleasure.
Copyright © Farah Chamma | Year Posted 2010
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