We Cling To Faith Poem by DM W

The soft syllable
That we call faith, is gently
Murmured and held on
To when we are shook to the
Core of our being,
With constant waves of fear and
Doubt. Alas, it seems
That the eerie dark night of
The soul is not a
One off affair. It tends to
Creep upon us when
We least expect it. After
A period of
Relative calm. suddenly
It approaches like
A famished stranger. We can
Do nothing to stop
It from entering what we
Naively assumed
Was sanctuary. So we
Pray to our God and
Cling to faith with all our might.