Faith Poem by Ross Maclennan

Faith



If I had lived a thousand years
And counted promises I'd kept,
The candles lit, the shrines erected,
How many vanished whilst I slept?

And in a thousand years of promise
Ten thousand good intentions drift.
'I'll do it'. Sooner than expected.
Yet empty words - a sorry gift.

Through all but one unbroken vow
Has held 'cross distance, time and tears.
The first of all, though first rejected.
To love you, hold you, calm your fears.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
All lies are spoken with the best intentions. There is nothing true here except selfishness preying upon the one who wishes to hear it, . Sorry.
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