Faith
by
Tiffany Forster
(Age: 21)
copyright 10-23-2005
Age Rating: 7 to 127
Where do I live?
In the realm of forgotten dreams.
In places that once steeped in light,
are now but echoes,
fading memories of the past.
I live in the corners,
the shadows of light,
the pockets of true love,
and the stairwells of hope.
You can find me there,
in these places I name
In the secret chambers,
behind closed doors.
Look deep inside yourself,
find who you are.
That is where I live..
Where forever I reside
Where do I live, you ask?
Inside your mind,
beyond your reason,
in wait with your dreams,
with Truth as my companion.
I dwell in every soul,
deep within everything
For that’s where faith belongs.
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This is very well done, indeed. very inspirational, and heartwarming, with beautiful words and a loving voice.
this is one of your best. It draws me right into the poem. Of course, I'm a creature of the light.
a suggestion break this into stanzas wherever a line ends with a period.
The Bible says that if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, "Be removed", and it would be done.
This is a great poem showing that faith is everywhere, whether large or small. We all have some sort of faith and we need it.
To quote scripture again, it says, "And without faith, it is impossible to please God."
Well done.
So, you are Faith and you live with me! But I don't want you in the corners or in dark rooms. I want you in the light, to be a sign post for eternity. This poem is rich in imagery. I can see every nook an cranny that you described, which is a tell-tale sign of a good writer. I would separate this piece into stanzas. It is better for its fluidity. Very nicely done, Tiffany and welcome to PnP, which to me means, People Need Poetry!
Welcome !
