The man who had the faith

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The man who had the faith

To John's granddad, the man who had the faith.

He has seen numerous winters,
And his hair is grey.

But his faith has no wrinkles,
And nor has his heart.

Even the strength of time,
Even the strength of all these years,
Were not enough to erode his faith.

A faith you and me could only wish for,
A faith you and me could only dream of.

But I know where his secret lies,
It is from up there that he gets it from,
>From the very hands of god.

His heart is full of love,
I was just passing by but still,
He gave me some.

I will never forget,
The man who had the faith.

Laurent Janniaud contact: laurentjanniaud@yahoo.com
Copyright 2001 Laurent Janniaud
Reviews and comments requested
Posted 05/19/2001

roads

Poem by Michelle Whoever

and then at the juncture of two roads I stood
the one the path they all told me was normal and good
the other a path that somehow enticed me
a path of pleasure, exploration and sensuality
which would I choose?
the pursuit of my desires
or deliverance into their stagnant mire?
the choice I could not make
neither road could I take
so I lay quietly at that juncture
cozy and quiet but ever unsure

and the landscape passes by in a blur
and the path i travel forward seems to offer me no choice
carried on despite the silence of my own voice

perhaps someone or something out there knows
what the road ahead will hold
I only hope that my words
are waiting around the next bend or curve
so that I may speak and say
my desires and wishes for each coming day --
that the landscape may slow
and I may ponder the day's golden glow

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Posted 08/11/2001