Faith’s Odds

So much of faith turns to warring;

Pedantically fevered & boring.

Faith should be a personal art.

A moral compass, doing your part.

It’s not at home in our town squares.

Churches peddle dogma’s wares.

Society’s faith is a whipping post.

Who has virtue & believes the most?

But the poorest faithful bear the cost.

While wealth ensures that all are lost.

Simple faith is nuanced hope.

A humble light for which we grope.

Trust ye not the loudest player.

For faith should be a private prayer.

Faith has never needed its gods.

Because it is hope-against all odds.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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