Faith of a mustard seed by Mihiri Tantirimudalige

When the season and the time comes,
for me to feel too deeply,
mulling over things Iíve felt for too long,
things that would eat into me and forsake me,
Iíd just sit down and close my eyes,
But nothing would happen
No miracle do I witnessÖ
Yet, Iíd see the Holy Bible,
with the corner of my eye,
as it lay all dusty on my table
Forgotten but revered...
When I reach out to It,
It will indeed help me,
-such a sinner at heart-
Yet, all these years Iíve abstained from doing so
Just a flip through Its pages,
is all that I could ever muster
Just a flip, be it any page,
Any at allÖ

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