Oh ye, what is left when hope is gone?

Do belief, faith and charity, follow along?

Devoid of sunlight, leaving only rain

Like child, sole experience being pain


Doth we never see or hear again

Feelings thought to be with us anon

Pleasantly, enjoyment stolen from

A world devoid of sunshine whence it came


Behold emotive scene to love anew

The mountain and the valley meet as two

In Church, with steeple, inside empty pew

Song of silence sung with words so few


Away be gone what once was held so dear

Enjoyment lost, betray ungodly fear

What hath been left for those with little faith?

Come unto me – prey, ingratiate


Belief hath lost its path and put asunder

Like ship in port ne’er to see the ocean

Like parent ne’er to love their only child

Oh ye, what is left when all’s defiled…


And all but those of faith hath gone astray

Fallen by the wayside, gone away

One on top of other, they are piled

Whispers shout aloud – then all is quiet.

2 thoughts on “Asunder

  1. Thanks – I don’t know where it comes from – I just love words. Have you read Emily Dickinson? One of the greatest poets that ever lived! A taste:-
    I had no time to hate, because
    The grave would hinder me
    And life was not so ample I
    Could finish enmity
    Nor had I time to love, but since
    Some industry must be
    The little toil of love, I thought
    Was large enough for me.
    Oh, what a gem!


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