A spoken word

For whatever reason we believe
For whatever reason we’re alive
Whether for life’s tapestry we weave
Or whether for life’s bounty do we strive
Forward charging through the morass of doubt
Through hope’s infusing waters do we float
Wearying frightful walls have not the clout
To slow our courageous drive or stop our boat
Beauty, Truth, and Goodness are our pride
For these we give our sweat and for this we bleed
To reveal the slimy hollow one who lied
And kill its devious breath, its rancid seed
We believe and though for this we are killed
The blood of martyr’s cries will not be stilled




God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey