Faith

[Norman]

I am a zealot, ever guided in faith

Understanding now, that I truly believe.

I have seen the hope, been touched

Held close in the embracing arms of proof.

Yet all that has passed, and faded away

The signs of this time, say I must stray.

But faith is now my destiny, my shield,

Faith is my solace, and before it all yield.

For though all is taken from me,

Though I be cast aside in pain,

No hope, no dream saved me,

But in faith I live again.

 

Faith has been my destiny,

Walking always at my side,

In love I held onto a dream,

Faith knows love will survive.

Hope promised me endless joy,

Dreams of what would be,

But those dreams are empty now,

Hope holds nothing for me.

For I have died, my hope is lost,

You walked from my side

I have died and dreamless now,

Ever drowning in this tide.

But faith is there beneath the waves,

It holds me and lets me breath,

Faith in the truth I still believe,

That, one day, you will be with me.

 

-Norman

[Norman]

Draw into question my sanity,

Repeating the errors of old,

Completely rearranging vanity,

For the sake of faith so cold.

 

No warmth within this sweet belief

All hope has turned to scorn,

The beauty of that dreamed relief,

To dark despair is born.

 

But though I have no solace now,

Though hope may fade away,

Rational dreams an empty vow,

In deepest faith I stay.

 

I believe as I ever did,

I believe the promise made,

I believe the words I for you writ,

For belief this price I paid.

 

In faith I live, though hope is cold

No pleasure my life takes,

May happiness be yours to hold,

As your dawn my night awakes.

 

-Norman

[Ozymandias]

I cannot write poems of love to save my life; you seem to have no such problem.

 

If I may, though- why a pair of poems? The time lapsed between the two, and the continuous theme?

[Norman]

Thank you,

 

The second poem was actually written first, and posted in hindsight.

 

The first one written (second in the post) is the questioning of things that gifted me with the insights of the second.

 

They sorta fit.

kinda, maybe.

 

-Norman

[Ozymandias]

Ha! I like that.

 

Because the first one chronologically sounds like the response to the questioning in the second chronological one.