A HUNDRED POEMS XV

sweet faith come to me
that darkness seeps
and my weather vane
so empty
a petal- less flower weeps!
stare i do above my fear
and see a golden glow
it rising kissing horizon
that is my faith
my dear
that shower my vane
until it be full
of the power of light
to feed my withered
soul!

 

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