In God we Trust,”
a truth to entice the weak.
Why couldn’t it read,
“In God we have Faith?”
Faith gives us the nourishment of life.
We have Faith
when we are born, she’s our mother
who feeds us day-by-day.
We grow strong with that love,
for Faith is Wisdom’s daughter
and God is Wisdom.
Yet, we wean ourselves off mother’s milk
and wander the world seeking out Trust.
We unearth the delights that lure us into strife,
finding temptation a tremendous trend.
How exciting and enchanting Trust can be.
Yet… “Money is nothing, for the chicks are free.”
Still, we wake up one morning and see reality.
The future before us is with Hope,
a friend indeed, she smiles and secures our trust.
So we pile and pile that precious paper like privileged pathetic people.
Hope says, “Save every single solitary dollar, dollops are delicious.”
With Trust and Hope, we construct a kingdom in the sky.
Thunder roars,
“Oh ye of little faith, what do you do?
I embraced you with love, fed you honey, and you seek money?
Trust has changed you with his two-tongue smile.”
The words fade with the wind.
No one listens.
 
The weaver, Time, wanders in and walks with you
stride-by-stride.
“I can still do it,” says the macho man going downhill.
“I still have the strength.”
No one looks at you. No one smiles.
They stare at that weathered old man,
beaten, but not broken, still stepping high,
using a cane.
Then, one dark day, you lose Hope.
As she walks out with your dreams,
Trust’s two-tongue smile becomes a laugh.
Now, you are beaten, broken, and bent, begging for drinks in bars.
Faith ignites a spark within you,
and speaks with Wisdom.
Wisdom sees that dust of little faith.
He sends his caressing angel, Charity,
to wean his child or cast him on the block,
for man is one stubborn soul,
 hard to mold,
to ask for forgiveness,
to say he is wrong,
He is a man!
Charity smiles sincerely, melting man’s heart,
tenderly she tugs his head toward her breast.
This man chose life,
a wayward son coming home.