Faith

Falls the sweetest apple, from the stem of its laden bough,
like a supple water drop from a dripping finger tip.
To grace the quivering lips, or the tainted wastelands brow?
Shall it hold its mothers hand, or deign to let it slip?
For every fruitful tree, there is a lifeless one,
and every where I look, I lose and find my faith,
but then I turn to ponder how the children of the sun,
can forgive its scorching love, and in its caresses bathe.
Alas! I find my peace, where fireflies come to nest,
inglorious they would be, would they awaken at dawn,
but faith has vouchsafed wings, and to apples sweetest rest,
tomorrow they shall depart, to where those before have gone.

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39 thoughts on “Faith

  1. “If thou doubt’est faith, and all thou doth believe in, look to that which is evident, verily, even a falling apple shall put forth a testament to the divinity of thy creator. For, that fruit know’est not of its fate, whether it shall be devoured or wasted, yet it falls from its bough carpe diem.”

  2. Reblogged this on Sophia's Voice and commented:
    Just lovely – the following for example…
    “…For every fruitful tree, there is a lifeless one,
    and every where I look, I lose and find my faith,
    but then I turn to ponder how the children of the sun,
    can forgive its scorching love, and in its caresses bathe…”

  3. Hi Osama,

    Having studied Shakespeare, this poem and others posted here reverberate the Elizabethan era of poetics.

    Very interesting and thanks for the follow.

    Best regards Talia

  4. Your poems are so charming and lovely. I don’t understand how you can write one gorgeous, inspiring poem after another. You must be possessed by your muse, and live in a state of continuous inspiration. I am in awe of you.

    1. Thank you Vashti Quiroz Vega, I am utterly flattered with the praise you have doled on me, you must believe me when I say that I simply write, and how it comes off being appreciated by such wonderful people completely flabbergasts me. I do admit, I have been amused with the thoughts of some one special for far too long, yet, better a poet than a tragic lover. Thank you, really.
      Regards,
      Osama Iftikhar

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