My Faith Will Move On Poem by Kurt Philip Behm
My Faith Will Move On
My cupboard’s a mess,
my sink filled with lye
My stables now empty,
my well has gone dry
My pastures are fallow,
my timber all burned
My streams have been fished out,
and what have I learned
The cupboard can be restocked,
the sink can be cleaned
A new well can be dug,
a new colt can be weaned
As the saplings are planted,
new roe will then spawn
All these troubles will pass,
- - and my faith will move on
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)
Hope and faith help us to move on with life.- - and my faith will move on ........A nice one
In this fast changing world, we cannot take things for granted but with persistent efforts we can make things happen the way they did in the past, perhaps better. Thanks, Kurt.
A beautiful poem. Reminds me of a similarly themed bible verse (Hab 3: 17-18)
My pastures are fallow, my timber all burned My streams have been fished out, and what have I learned This is the language of faith. tony
My stables now empty, my well has gone dry My streams have been fished out A new well can be dug. simmering hopes. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:29:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very inspiring piece and remarkable lines that express our human struggles. Brilliant writing and great message.
Thanks