no one to receive my loyalty
none, my strength
nor who I truly am
nor heard the song
that sleeps now
within my spirit
in this world
I am asleep
no one to wake me
none to receive
nor a loving heart
to fear if my breath
is the last I will breathe
going to and fro
like the wind
nothing to do
but wait...
naught a thing in vain,
of me-
nor a day so plain to be,
one without Faith.
Saints Dilemma
Poetry By Anthony James
From all-creatures.org
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