Faith

That by which a buzzing bee, with aplomb
Leaves early from its honey comb,
To find that one sweet nectar drop
As can fill its hive to the top.

That on which the arduous ant relies
As it scouts around with its allies,
To find a morsel or that one grain -
All it can get ere the big rain.

That by which each soul returns to its nest
As the day sets into the hazy west,
To rest and rise up bright to another day
As more alearned one than it was today.

That faith in myself that I can so strive,
That faith in others that we'd together survive,
That faith in fate that I'd once again rise,
Faith is all I ask for, Bless me be wise!