a song of faith

How can he find his honor
but never roam in wonder near 
the mourning
How does she find her pew
near the gates but never
wander near the morning

There's a statue of a naked
angel, eyes ranged above on grace
bricks fan out in concentric
circles, children playing 
in the dust

Horse drawn taxi canters past
in a puddle of tears of a
wanderer near the mourning
Sampson's hair blows across the
plaza in the breeze near
a bald man staring in 
wonder near the morning

Jesus abandoned his rock
to save the souls of those who wander
in the morning
Statues show the motives
of the lost born who
know not how to wander 
near the mourning

Faith is faith is faith in yourself
Hope grows cold and lonely outside
the casement of your heart
Tears in someone else's eyes
will never make you stronger
Faith is faith the day after tomorrow
Faith is yet faith the day after you sleep forever