A Poem by Sawdust

thy heart describes i thyself.

 Sea waves pound the shore,and go away.
The shore patently bears it.
The waning waves call,
 and call again.
The shore patiently hears it.
The waves do not leave their nature,
and nor does sea sway.
Deep inside, it’s calls echo forever,
as if a devout pray.

Seasons change and eras pass,
they both remain the same.
Neither deep sea nor shore gives up,
in this nature’s divine game.

So learn all ye men to stand,
firm like rock, in your faith.
Never give up thy belief in him.
        Even in phase of death.           

© 2019 Sawdust

Author's Note

tell me what you mean by faith?

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Wow, so true. Never sway or depart from what you once believed in. Faith makes things possible.

Posted 3 Months Ago

count your blessings, name them one by one,
and it will surprise you what the lord has done

Posted 7 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


3 Months Ago

I almost sang that!
This is so very well written and encouraging, much enjoyed

Posted 7 Months Ago

Wow, what an empowering, encouraging, hopeful, spiritual poem this one is. Beautiful written and shared. Thank you for the gift.

Posted 7 Months Ago


7 Months Ago

Thank you glad you liked it
hope for something you can`t see or feel

Posted 7 Months Ago


7 Months Ago

sure it does,just have to learn how to connect

7 Months Ago

have you connected?

7 Months Ago

no,i haven`t learned either
faith is everything, keep writing, nicely written.

Posted 7 Months Ago

Very nice poem. Somehow, I thought of it as a romance. c: That love wouldn't ever change no matter how many seasons pass.

Posted 8 Months Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


8 Months Ago

well thanks.
else i could not notice that feeling

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7 Reviews
Added on January 1, 2019
Last Updated on January 1, 2019
Tags: god, didactic, faith



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