It continued for long

It is hard work to believe in what you cannot see
To love someone whom you scarcely feel,
To speak to whom you cannot hear.
It is hard to worship when you don’t see a crown
To look up when you are down
And wear Joy on a frown.
But this abstract has become my reality
This song my mama taught me to sing
Is my everyday melody
And a day without, is a night.

Tochi.