Faith
Faith was a continent, we clunged,
from danglings,
In desperate need of extending hands.
Aids for the existing problems,
Souls in search for a God,
An arm in extending from space, reached for a resuming rescue,
And I and in most of us,
These morass complexites faced,
Clear difinitions will need alternate routes to a new directions,
In which to find the safe Oasis,
The rudder less wind must not confuse us,
Exigencies are needed for urgent support,
And faith is walking beside with the high boots and a loud alleluia,
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