The future, it always exists
but I don't really think about it.
Until it takes its solid form as change.
These are the times that try men's souls.

Uncertainty as I face change.
What does the future hold
in its hand hidden behind its back.
Flowers or a dagger?

Faith is the answer.
Developed through these trials.
Faith dissipates the fear
and replaces it with hope.

01/23/2004

Author's Note: a poetry contest entry

Posted on 04/30/2007
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