On Faith Alone

While hidden deep from nature’s wrath,

waiting in disguise


Below the ground a season born,

its birthright undenied


As winter trees now bare their souls,

whose limbs reach out in pain


Tomorrow the most promised wish

—till spring comes back again


(The New Room: February, 2021)

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