
Faith Lost
©2015 Susan Noyes Anderson
Faith lost is like a promise broken
somewhere in the night.
Unanswered pleas in words unspoken
push away the light.
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Faith lost is like a promise broken
somewhere in the night.
Unanswered pleas in words unspoken
push away the light.
Beyond the veil that binds the earth
lie memories we lost at birth,
rich memories of power and light
now hidden from our earthly sight.
When all about me seems to dim
and colors change to muted gray,
I turn my mind and heart to Him
who carries worldly woes away.
We come to earth with full intent,
prepared to meet the call.
We cannot know what lies ahead,
but we have pledged our all.
The road of life is rough and steep
with little ease along the way.
Some rivers cut and plunge so deep
they throw us back to yesterday.
This do in remembrance of me, He said,
blessing and breaking the Passover bread.
Take now and eat, for my body is pure,
yet sorrow and sin will be mine to endure.
The greatest story that was ever told
has naught to do with soldiers, brave and strong.
It makes no boast of golden treasure found,
nor causes lost, nor valiant battle song.
My path, at times, is overgrown;
storms brew beneath my swirling sky.
The sweetgrass curls and turns to brush,
scrapes tender flesh as I pass by.