I Shall Have Faith

I Shall Have Faith
He came to me in a dream
the King of all Kings
Not sure that I believed
He had come looking just for me

Why choose I?
I cast a suspicious eye
It is not as though I’m some
Great Specter in the sky

Do you remember at five years old?
You walked alone down a long dusty road
Upon the ground you found five cents
I bid you place it into your pocket

I do remember this clearly that day
Taking another’s money did not sit well with me anyway
I asked you to trust me that no ill will would come
Your journey continued you began to hum

What is that tune you hum my little friend?
I’d certainly like to hear it again and again
Before long we hummed in unison accord
That’s when the road took a left through a mighty fjord

I fear the water it’s so deep and so fast
Your eyes frightened by that waning avast
It is said at that moment a bridge did appear
They crossed over together without any fear

Might I ask you kind King of all Kings
If you can do that
Can’t you do all things?
He knelt down beside me, my hands held in his
It is not for me to do for you young son
But for you to learn to do things on your own

He raised his robed arm, and before me I saw
Two peaks in the sky a new sun it did yaw
That nickle you held in your pocket so long?
Is the very coin passed down through the ages to those who really care
To aid those who are hungry and in desperate despair

You fed the whole church, you fed the whole village
Protecting that coin found in some far off pillage
It brought riches galore, money unending, but did you use not a whit?
Instead you took those riches gained there
And carried my children with ultimate care

So now the time is come for you to rest
You have a choice to sleep or to pass
Into the heavens among angels and saints
They aren’t pearly gates but a doorman does wait
A nickle will do it
He said with a wink


  1. Sadje says:

    A beautiful story told in your poem Ami. Thanks for joining in

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      1. mrid'hues says:

        “it is not for me to do for you young son
        But for you to learn to do things on your own”….. Loved it lots…. Beautiful poem!

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      2. Thank you! So happy you enjoyed it!

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Chris Hall says:

    An awesome journey!

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  3. Thank you Chris! At five years old I took myself up the long dirt road of the dilapidated trailer park to the tiny gospel church where I’d drop a nickle in the tin every Sunday morning.

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