December 6, 2006

Age 16 - Age 20, Poems about Life

Two thousand years ago,
Close to the sea,
I lit a candle
Under a tree.

I watched your words, and I
Followed your eyes,
Bathed in their promises
Barren of lies.

Something you spoke about
Faith, or a prayer,
A dream, a belief, a hope…
Breathless like air.
For two thousand years, it has
Carried my heart
Beyond sunsets and sorrows…
Lifetimes apart.

I have grown tired…
Kept alive by a prayer.
Two thousand years have gone;
Now faith is rare.

Now faith is forced. It’s not meant
To be and
You can know about something
You don’t understand.

You gave me a faith, and it
Still lives in me,
That one distant day bore
A chance to be free.

Two thousand years passed by,
Speckled with magic,
Sometimes too tired to cry,
Sometimes too tragic.

Two thousand years ago,
Far from my home,
I followed your footprints
And left you to Rome.

– Written by Anna Williams at age 20


About Anna

Anna Vera Williams is a poet, a photographer, a blogger, and a webmaster. She is the webmaster of Poems, Poets, & Poetry, which provides poetry resources and allows other poets to showcase their work. Her photographs can be found at Anna Vera's Photography, and her books and photos can be purchased at

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4 Responses to “Faith”

  1. writerwoman Says:

    Adore the last two stanzas! How bittersweet.

  2. crimsonflaw Says:

    beautiful…i love the flow and the sadness it measures out into the last few stanzas.

  3. mariacristina Says:

    It’s sad she lost her faith, but at twenty she might embrace a new fath to nourish her soul. A talented writer at a very young age.

  4. Funeral Readings Says:

    Magnificent poem. Great job!

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