Faith

We hold our faith
close to our chest
and will never let it go,
after all, it is the way we live our lives,
our judgements and our calls.
The way that we walk,
that makes us tall.
It is our future hope;
we have to get us through,
the disappointments and temptations
that come our way.

(18 September 2007)

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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