Leap of Faith
Like nutmeg in plum cake or in a coffee blend,
Like water to a wilted sapling,
Lack, not leap of faith, is worse, my friend.
Is it magic, tell me, that missing "something"?
Under the harsh light of worldly prudence,
Like water to a wilted sapling.
I call conviction what you call impudence,
Like rest to a weary, defeated mind
Under the harsh light of worldly prudence.
What our heart knows our eyes do find,
Faith in things small and benign,
Like rest to a weary, defeated mind.
Fragments, we fit in a larger design,
We like it the least when we need it the most,
Faith in things small and benign.
For a man pedalling toward the seacoast,
Like nutmeg in plum cake or in a coffee blend,
We like it the least is when need it the most,
For lack, not leap of faith, is worse, my friend.
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