Inspired by this quote:
“Hope begins in the dark; the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.” -Anne Lamott, Author
Keeping The Faith
By Jaden Brulotte
4-30-08
What gives you the strength to keep walking?
It’s been days, wandering this darkness
Waiting to see a shine through, a pinprick of hope
testing fate’s waters
wondering when karma kicks in…
Faith is a hard thing to grasp.
Why do you keep on keeping on, as they say
when your time fades away
and you still can’t see through the mire
watching for the thinnest wire, the tiniest sliver of sunshine-
judging your odds,
you punch through the blackness
creeping along, working your way
but no, not today…
When will your sunrise come?
Your faith is a hard thing to grasp.
I believe, but I wonder
Is the “right” thing ever wrong?
I have been trying so long,
trusting my instincts
Grazing through life, picking up trinkets here and pieces there
Waiting for the moment, the ah-ha unveiling of my destiny
Not-so-patiently pacing this claustrophobic maze
I’ve been going for days
And my hope is a hard thing to grasp.
“Hope begins in the dark; the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up.” -Anne Lamott, Author
Keeping The Faith
By Jaden Brulotte
4-30-08
What gives you the strength to keep walking?
It’s been days, wandering this darkness
Waiting to see a shine through, a pinprick of hope
testing fate’s waters
wondering when karma kicks in…
Faith is a hard thing to grasp.
Why do you keep on keeping on, as they say
when your time fades away
and you still can’t see through the mire
watching for the thinnest wire, the tiniest sliver of sunshine-
judging your odds,
you punch through the blackness
creeping along, working your way
but no, not today…
When will your sunrise come?
Your faith is a hard thing to grasp.
I believe, but I wonder
Is the “right” thing ever wrong?
I have been trying so long,
trusting my instincts
Grazing through life, picking up trinkets here and pieces there
Waiting for the moment, the ah-ha unveiling of my destiny
Not-so-patiently pacing this claustrophobic maze
I’ve been going for days
And my hope is a hard thing to grasp.
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