Wilted on the stone
Dry as eyes could be
Still I bring it home
To wet the stone and see.

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Now faith once more to weep
For that which flows can fissure
All brittle as belief
To tear through rock like scissors.

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When darkness shines the only way
Climb there from the known.
When all seems lost
Retain the faith,
And come now,
Bring it home.