Faith

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Comes
In many forms,
A product of a life
Lived

Sometimes,
It comes and goes
Just like a storm

In the sky

Even as we try
To hold to it tight
With all our might

Faith,

Is something
That is always there
Even when covered
Up,

And we begin to pretend
That it matters not

Deep down
We know

The truth of the matter,

Is that
Faith is what’s
Guided us

From the start

It’s interesting
To ponder
In later
Life

Especially when
You once believed
Your faith was gone

Left on a train,
Now alone in the rain

Without notice, yet
Even in that simple
Verse, is the seed of
One’s faith