Faith Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Within this enveloping darkness comes trepidation
which mercilessly seeks the memory of my faith to blot out,
its perils embedded deep within its fold.But
i can still hear calling me, a voice
as did Adam, Jonah and the Patriarchs, calling me
to ''come up hither'' and believe; now
from the pit of despair will I therefore arise,
and on the elevated throne of hope to sit.

In desperation then, among the believing,
After twilight with its swiftness had fallen,
in its flight, to emulate the great bird,
in eagle-like pursuit, soaring heavenwards,
for when in ascendancy, it disregards the counsel of the faint-hearted,
taking on God-like strength after its metamorphosis,
the strongman solemnly vowing the demise of fear and doubt,
for as god-men, standing on the Celestial threshold,
under a silent brass sky of a dull day,
in a time of a deteriorating state,
when hope becomes as scarce as venerable men,
and a gloomy landscape grows ever weary
of its teeming inhabitants.