Our faith’s a pierless bridge round corner of blizzard
and dust; so long as men can see and cipher the song
of trust. Let hope, desire and whim watch the morning
rise; we mount the path ahead with thoughtful pace
For fear the stars would melt, we dried our vale of tears;
the sound of brimstone burning whispered into our ears.
It bears the soul as bold to duel the storm and chase;
what woes we must endure in search of form and grace.
Amid incense and spiritual hymns;
The dawn of hope and faith begins.
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For my prompt ‘guerison par la foi – Faith, healing’ tomorrow at
8:00 am EDT.
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