Faith moves mountains
So why are these rocks
at a standstill?
I'm hard-pressed to believe
that fallen leaves
can resuscitate
of my will
and be worthy of grander
trees.
But maybe Impossibility stems
only from fruitless acquittal.
Please...
We can, broken down and denied,
360 this world around
into a perpetual spin of faith.
And trust me,
the crestfallen
have the best weight
to validate this test.
There's a chilling wind
of adversity in the air,
but it don't mean nothing
except that earthly weather
is unbiased and twice as unfair.
Misfortune will never
circularly justify
the quality of the soul
it follows.
Wretchedness can only
be revealed
in reaction
to the sorrow.
Come now, this time tomorrow
a rapist may get a gift,
and a hitman
may win the lotto.
So what?