Faith of the Fallen

The stairs wind ever upward,
and it is not until you have fallen
and covered your soul in bruises
and brokenness

that you understand
the power of rising yet again
and again,
the knowledge that no matter how

broken you become,
there is a way out of your dark dungeon,
and that you will glory in the light
far more than those

who have lived there.

About this poem

When we have loved and lost. When we have stumbled and failed. When we have missed the mark and finally reach it – then we have a special appreciation for the good things that come our way. Stumbling causes our faith to grow bones and muscles and a strength that serves us, and those around us, well.

The picture was taken in Munich, Germany.

Tom