Faith

I wrote this poem while I wasn't paying attention in my international politics class freshman year of college.  Perhaps it is time for it to resurface?

"Faith"

The song rose on the wind

Taking flight as a majestic crane

Over field and plain, over stream and ocean.

Flying.

Away from the darkness of night

As gentle as a whispered, prayerful thought

Yet all for naught. The song had died.

Sinking.

Hope was shattered in the children’s fear,

Clinging to the tattered edge of mother’s dress,

Longing for rest, which would not come.

Silence.

No movement, no whispers, no gentle prayers.

A world without song, a lingering doubt

As time runs out. A need, a yearning.

Hope.

A stir in the quiet, a note in the dark,

Falling into melody. The song rises again,

Replacing the end with a beginning so sweet.

Strength.

A rolling thunder passes through the despair

A feeling unknown, a force unfelt before

In the depths of war within oneself.

Remembrance.

A fleeting memory of a far removed time

When with the grace of a crane a song

Had gone on with a love filled melody

Truth.

The song takes flight with a cautious wing.

A turbulent path, but a path of light

And a coming of sight to see the world anew.

Soaring.

Higher than ever, the song rises again

Flying on a wind forgotten by many yet desired by all.

To hear the call, to live a life of love and purpose.

Faith.