tricky business..


The uphill batle agaist faith (and for it)

I watch you quietly slip away

I see you smile, you calmly say

That you're now free from all this pain

Your life's been good, you have no shame

I want your faith I need your peace

I hate this questioning disease

That haunts my heart and helps no-one

Your faith says from death we can't run

I see you close your eyes and smile

I hear you sigh once more, "Goodbye all"

 

Then the room fills with a warming glow

Intangible warmth we do not know

You are not here yet you still live

The smile on your lips you give

As your last gift one lasting grin

To tell us now death never wins

 

Then I awoke and wondered

Why my dreams had torn asunder

What I did not believe in

I think I can conceive in

 

 

 





Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-11-17 at 06:38

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
The gift of faith is invaluable. To put such a dramatic transforming testimony in so few words is amazing. Powerful.
2008-11-17



it can be a tricky business, faith is precious and it should not be harmed. Very well written poem, very interesting thought concept.
2008-11-17