The Real Proof Poem by Daniel Brick

The man in the pale blue suit, acknowledged
as a Defender of Christianity, was squeezed
between a narrow hallway and a spacious lecture
hall. He raised his arms almost in a gesture
of prayer as dozens of his readers clustered
into his space, eager for his personal regard
and his unique message meant for no one else.
He was trapped but he displayed both cheeks
and an amiable manner. On a large table
his seven books were piled, like towers,
housing his knowledge which had aged into wisdom.
A young woman, graced with a springlike loveliness,
and slender enough to squeeze closer, stretched
her right hand across the table. He grasped it
just as someone behind pushed her, and two of
the towers collapsed. The look of shock on her face
moved him and he said, "Don't worry, young lady.
This accident means we will never forget our meeting."
She rallied. "Oh, Professor, your books are the menu
in the feast of my life! " He was suddenly at a loss,
bit it didn't last. "Young lady, my books are meant
to collapse. They are just objects filled with dusty
words, but you are the living reality." Their smiles
bonded them. Late that night, the subject that would be
his magnum opus gently eased into his thinking. He saw
her smiling face when the title appeared to him:
THE SAINTS AMONG US: REAL PROOF OF GOD'S EXISTENCE.