My Faith
English Shakespearean Sonnet
By: Savannah Rasmussen
April 4, 2016
My Faith
Living, breathing never dying within
tangible as air, visible as wind
moving the mountains and fleeing from sin
past hurricanes of doubt made quickly thinned.
Powered by light and cascades with new life
immune to darkness amorphous yet real
yelling and screaming ideas filled with strife
this world ever coarse won’t shift what I feel.
Serene I am encompassed or alone
a hero, rescuer loyal to me
constant you are, I build my life on stone
you raise me up to more than I can be.
Without you I can’t live and I won’t die
Faith will feed joy and will never run dry.
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