Faith is never out of date: A poem 

These days I think of gratitude 

in times of immense suffering 

In long strife, I had hoped 

but could hope have now eloped? 

This, due to treachery’s burglary 

Freedom has never been hands free 

This silent violence I have copped 

that light is not with conscience topped 

Light may have bound me and imprisoned me 

but it could never pierce my soul 

And I know that these my possessions 

that light hijacked and made them sins 

I can lose all I love to light 

But I still know how to fight  

And I swear my treasures are only mine 

These gifts that God said `always thine’ 

So, I can believe; and it’s never late 

Faith is never out of date