It is faith to price a flying life,
When lacks hang in the air.
It is faith to stare at the sun,
When doom smiles from the start.
It is faith to prepare for a feast,
When feet plaster in scarcity.
It is faith to seek the moon,
When hands stick at dark.
It is faith to plan at the dawn,
When hands scrabble at the wall.
It faith to sight for a high,
When major mock at might.
It is faith to heart for a means,
When hit by the prison bell.
It is faith to gaze at the top,
When locked behind the wall.
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Faith
by Steve Anc
Steve Anc is the son of Ajuzie Nwaorisa, a Nigerian poet. He is a poet with searching knowledge and deep meditation on universal themes, he is quite a modern poet in his adherence to language, and his use of metaphor is soul-searching.
Anc's works have been published in Open-door Poetry Magazine, Poetrysoup, Goodlitcompany, Voice From The Void, Our Poetry Archive, I Become The Beast, and Fire Magazine.
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