FaithA Poem by PeteFaith, indeed, is all the reform that is needed; it is itself a reform. - Thoreaucrossed hearts hands 'pon black books in foxholes and hospital rooms the habits of nuns those undeserving on the wrong end of guns steadfast stained glassed at long last not a coin tossed or flipped what's mumbled on desperate, quivering, praying lips what falling tears of fear and joy saith a thing called faith © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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