By: Wael Al-Mahdi (2012)
Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love. ~ Erich Fromm
My Faith, she walketh by my side
She frees my soul of every care
A sense of light shall here abide
The scent of spring is everywhere.
The world has granted me this lot
Where sorrow has boldly left its mark
A lonely bed, an empty cot
The path is long and the shadows dark.
A voice, with pith, doth utter speech
“The mortal’s state: a cross to bear”
To them is given sorrow each
Be Faithful still? Doth one yet dare?
Be patient, man, do nurse your plight!
Else death what hast thou more to fear?
To end life’s reign is nature’s right
Raise hell till then! And be of cheer!
The man of thought is of that weave
Of ancient myths and legends spun
These olden types of glyphs conceive
Here magic cast, there spells redone.
Saint Faith, in hope, with reborn soul
She poureth forth a healing balm
Where ere there burned a hellish coal
There reigneth now an air of calm.
Now sorrow be gone, and darkness flee!
My Faith doth break apart the gloom
Like mother Sun, whom all can see
She sets my heart in greenest bloom!