T'is not to be found in pocket or hand,
No silken robes or words expose,
T'is not sung, said or sounded loud
Nor in wreaths of glory shown.
No letters can its image form,
No brush with strokes recraft,
Truth be grim for those of faith,
For faith cannot atone,
As sun-kissed dawn the day awakes
Why still it sleeps alone.
Friday, May 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: courage,destiny,dreams,hope,seeking