We say strong faith "moves mountains",
Alters the course of rivers
And sets multitudes ablaze
Yet faith is fragile...like a flame
It must be guarded, if it would grow.
Faith is dependent like a branch
Attached to a vine to be sustained
It cannot yield its fruit alone.
Doubt's tenacious...suffocating.
It thrives in the desert and the dark;
Grows in solitude and sufficiency
Defiant and proudly on its own.
Doubt invades the crumbling conscience,
Of a cynical, spectating crowd
And silently erodes will to won't.
That's because Faith is alive.
Doubt is dead.
And living things take work.
Dead ones don't.
Our Sunday Scribblings Prompt was "Storm".
7 comments:
I like it. A good image. It's like light and dark as well. Making light takes effort, and the dark is just the absence of the light.
Like a flower..the head is fragile..the roots at times unruly..not giving the petals the best chance..but sometimes they shine yellow in the rocks..Jae
Living things take work...well said, Lilibeth
What a beautiful and inspiring poem. I had a little difficulty with doubt thriving then later is dead, but the message is clear.
Faith is so hard to pin down, but you are right, I think, Faith does take work :) Great thoughts!
Inspiring one...yes we need to take care.
This is gorgeous, Lilibeth. It reminds me of a story that I read on gods. They were awake in their own world and suffering without our faith. Very lovely.
http://archnasharma.blogspot.com/2012/04/sunday-scribblings-storm-and-to-z.html
(my writing is usually much softer than this, but it was still fun to explore)
Many blessings.
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