Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 79,540 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

Forms Of Faith - Poem by Daniel Brick

Some put their faith in wine.
They quaff glass after glass:
Chablis or Malbec, Merlot or
Pinot Grigio - It matters not

to the determined drinkers who
throw back their heads and spill
their liquid delight into their throats
stammering their false hope: In Vino Veritas.

Others put their faith in money,
because money generates money
adding gravitas to their reputations,
or it can be reduced to elegant equations

in cyberspace. Oh, what delight they feel!
They can hide behind their invisible wealth,
and feel comfortable as millionaires. And
their charities bribe the indigent into silence.

And what of the men with guns, that spew
fifty bullets a minute, or is it a thousand?
What of them who are hungry for revenge
and make for themselves a feast of blood?

What if it is not men with guns, but
handy-dandy guns with men? Oh, those guns spew
bullets faster than those men conceive thoughts.
Must we bow to a new kind of intelligence?

But I know a woman who places her faith in FAITH.
What is this Faith? It is the Pilgrim's Path
to Paradise, which leads beyond thirst, beyond poverty,
beyond hate. See, she is waiting for you just ahead. Oh, join her!

Topic(s) of this poem: truth

Comments about Forms Of Faith by Daniel Brick

  • Kelly Kurt (12/1/2015 2:24:00 PM)

    Nicely penned, Daniel (Report) Reply

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  • Shakil Ahmed (12/1/2015 9:49:00 AM)

    you have painted your passions very well in the poem, well composed poem, thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 1, 2015

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