Stewardship Serenade

Faith bestowed on the small by the mighty,
“that counts for something”, they said.

Eyes wide and longing, confused by the
fear of the silence falling on deaf ears.

As a group, they were fit and able
to carry the torch, with tentative ease,

though split apart, they crumbled to
coal-dust and fire; the skies are well lit.

In search of meaning, energy waned
and the well was soon drained dry.

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