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Nov 2013
Have faith,
in what little you have left.
Have hope,
have dreams,
you are not dead yet.

Believe in time,
in patience,
in waiting.
It will surprise you,
how after all you do,
you are rewarded.

There is little to believe in on Earth,
for all we can believe in is not visible to the naked eye.
We can believe in each other,
in our fathers and mothers,
but that's about it.
The rest exists in a non-existent realm.

Now is it wrong to blindly believe in something we can't see?
Or is it noble, honorable,
to have faith in something we truly believe.

Are we fools,
for following a god?
Or are we fools,
for following nothing at all?
Or are we fools,
for questioning others faith?
Or lack thereof.
It really isn't our place.

We all dream,
we all believe,
in something.

Lose yourself in the faith that you have,
and then worry about finding your way out,
before you worry about,
others beliefs.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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