There's Something to be Said in Favor of Faith

The Reverend Clay, I call him Charles, rides his
Wheelechair clockwise on the path that goes around
The park. I walk counter with my cane. We smile
And nod each time we pass, and when we've finished,
We meet at the pond to throw bread at the geese.
We often speak of our afflictions. He says,
"Life's not so sweet as it was," and I reply, "You're right."
"How do you bear up, thinking that there's nothing
Afterward, no grace, no last reward? Those are
The thoughts which keep me going." "I don't know.
I stagger on, and, seeing how you've kept your cheer
While I've succumbed to bitterness, I have to say
That there are moments when I envy you."




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-18 at 19:04

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I agree with pony It's either there or it's not. This is an interest story though. The scene and afflictions enhances it.
2018-04-20


one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i like this scene, it's understandable.

i think one has faith or they don't, it can't be had by choice (that can be said about a lot of things) ~
2018-04-19


shells
I get it, but haven't got it. I just try to keep my faith in human nature.
2018-04-18


yes, kant can The PoetBay support member heart!
first there is no lies about religions because no one knows the truth only the truth worth to die for it
2018-04-18