I Shall Have Faith

https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/01/17/what-do-you-see-117-january-17-2022/
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?

To aid the hungry and in deep despair
You fed the whole church and fed the whole village
with that coin found in some far off pillage
It brought riches galore and money unending

He knelt down beside me my hands held in his
It is not for me to do for you my son
But for you to do things on your own

He raised his robed arm, and before me I saw
Two peaks in the sky a new sun did yaw
That nickle you held in your pocket so long?
Is passed down through the ages one by one

Yet you did not use it 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

9 Comments

  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!

    Liked by 1 person

  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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  4. judeitakali says:

    Enjoyable read.

    Liked by 1 person

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