What If Faith Spoke? Poem by C H Sund

A lot is asked, suppositions given
treatises delivered, scripture quoted
with but a single word, one syllable…
faith.
Ubiquitous, clichéd, indulgent too,
ringing incessantly from pulpits
this word carries much of mankind
on a whim: “Just have faith, my son! ”
And the doubters? Yes, the Thomases?
Damned they are according to some.
Prayed for by others, even burned.
“Oh ye of little faith…” Repent?
But if faith could speak, extend its hand,
would all come to see it work?
Would we then, at last forever know?
Or would we not want to know?
Perhaps the mystery and answers
are best kept hidden…
behind but a single word,
this word called faith.