Faith

There is a faith that weakly dies 
When overcast by clouds of doubt, 
That like a blazing wisp of straw 
A vagrant breeze will flicker out. 

Be mine the faith whose living flame 
Shall pierce the clouds and banish night, 
Whose glow the hurricanes increase
To match the gleams of heaven’s night. 

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on November 30, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets. 

About this Poem

“Faith” was originally published in American Indian Magazine, no. 4, 2 (October-December 1916).