Poetry : Faith
It goes unseen, as the melody from the strings resonates a beautiful thing such as song.
Without our eyes, the heart abides, in things greater than which can be seen.
Though our touch, empty with rust, fills us with decent cheer…
Once we let go and our heart takes hold, the world is of lesser fear.
As the rain falls, crystal like clear, our eyes may partake upon its essence.
Yet without our eyes, we still feel the embrace on warm summer’s eve in August.
Capturing the balance of love over substantial will embrace our spiritual design…
For love lays way to spiritual and spiritual to physical, with that all one needs is faith.