Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Faith

Sitting alone in a

Darkened room

He clutches the chalice

Tightly to his chest.

Upon greeting him

You will notice the

Chalice bears one

Simple word:

HOPE!

If you chance it

And look closer

You will see the chalice

Is empty;

Not a drop in it.

Ask him why it is

Empty…

Go ahead.



“I have gone and let

All around me drink

From the gift of hope;

But silly me I forgot

To save some for myself.”



Sitting alone in a room

Of brightened light

She clutches a silver

Spoon tight against

Her bosom.

Shocked by how bright

The room is you

Almost miss it…

The tag attached with

Tiny silver script.

You see only one simple

Word:

FAITH!

Looking around the room

You notice there is

Nothing to eat,

And no sign of anything

Being eaten.

You begin to wonder

Why she is clutching

The spoon.

Before you ask she

Sighs deeply.



“My faith sat before me

On a great silver platter.

But I was confident and

Let those around me

Taste of Ambrosia,

And now I have none

For myself.”



Standing alone in a

Box made of glass

He clutches his empty

Hands over his heart.

You notice immediately

The word etched

Along the side

Of the box:

LOVE!

There is no way to

Speak with him this way.

He cannot hear you

Through the thick glass.

As you turn to leave

You see something

Glimmering on the wall.

Walking closer you begin

To make out the words…



“This poor boy built up

Walls to keep the hurt out.

And now he suffers alone

Because none that love

Him have found their

Way in.”



As you walk down the

Hallway you feel the

Tears welling to the surface.

Beginning to sob you

Kneel in the middle of

The hallway.

You feel the hand upon

Your shoulder.

Wiping away the tears

You see a man

Standing before you.

He reaches out his hand

And helps you to your feet.

Once you are standing

He begins to speak

Softly as he reaches

To hug you.



“Do not despair my son,

For they are not as

Alone as they seem.

Hope will never dry

Completely;

Faith will never

Vanish;

And Love can never be

Kept out.

I stand beside those

Without,

And when they need

I simply take them

In my arms and lend

Them some of mine.

You see I died to fill

Them with hope;

Was reborn to give them

Faith;

And in the end,

Even through their despair,

Their love found me.”

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