• myriadhymns 6w

    Still and persistent,
    Faith does not dull or end.
    Midst of one thinking it is lost,
    Dwells enclosed in fragments
    of wreckage.

    In the remoteness of the night,
    Disguised as the moondust.
    Tracing lines of its rays
    Across the sky, then, luminous.

    As the initial flight,
    Of a bird's will to dream.
    In canary-crimson sunflowers,
    That upon each dusk shrink
    settling for another light, serene.
    ©myriadhymns