Faith to Keep Treading On

Each morn awakens with glorious light, formerly set and hidden

Grace is poured out, despite actions done that were forbidden

A rose down-trodden, still with enough fight to arise

When the elements could have caused it to wither, still it will survive, o what a surprise

The caged bird still sings to the heavens

Her songs give hope that there is a transcendental force which leavens

I fall and get up

I don’t listen to the voice that tells me to stop

I have a spirit in me

One of excellence and all I could ever pray to be

One that teaches me holiness, love, and perseverance

To keep trudging the mile, moving forward despite the distance

The first breath longed for after being submerged in the ocean

The solid foundation necessary for grounding after being in dizzying motion

The tenacity to keep going even when a dream is deferred

Knowing that greatness likes ahead, and need not be spurred

I have a faith that with good works, that creates wonders and miracles

In this sometimes gloomy world, with eyesores and spectacles

A world so cold, it could dispirit a soul so bold

But not those with the faith

That washes believers clean of sin and wraith

Binds them with a shield and sword 

Ready for defense and offense, ascertained from the word

That fills a heart of stone, with a love that softens

That heals, and restores, omnipresent without conditions ever, not just often

This love gives me hope

Not to be clean as a pope

But to reach an elevation without the fleeting feeling of a drop

And the falling only comes from my heart meeting love with the sound of a plop

Doused in sweet honey, oils, and perfumes, and warming citrus

Radiant rays of the sun parading the earth, 

Bringing forth a new birth

This hope kept people marching for what is right

Whether it’s a new home for which they took flight

This hope keeps the darkest things alight