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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