Oh ye of little faith

Where has hope gone?

A smile doth be lost

Now only wan.


Is that all ye can stir

This full, bright day?

There must be more whence it came

To satisfy one’s love, come what may.


For without belief one’s hope is lost for good

Forever, now one’s faith be gone

And ye be destined to live alone anon.


The only hope is to begin anew

In which case hope, faith and belief will brew,

But charity, in absentia, remains,


For now there is no need.

On this full, bright day ye will see the sun

To allow us, once more, to love as one.


First posted at: https://sensualism.me/2015/10/10/oh-ye/

Published by Owen Tilley