A Gift Logic Can'T Buy Poem by Donal Mahoney

My boss has a problem with God
or rather a problem with me
because I believe in God
and he doesn't.
Or so we discover
while taking a break
at a big convention.
I hope I don't lose my job.

We're in a bar with Lady Gaga
pouring from the juke box.
My boss has a whiskey sour
and I'm nursing a Coke.
God help me.

He doesn't believe
faith is a gift no one's
guaranteed but knows
some folks have it
and others don't.
Why is that, he asks,
finishing his sour,
signaling for another.

I tap into memories
from philosophy class
and recite the proofs
for the existence of God
some folks accept
and others deny.
My boss sees the logic
but still doesn't believe.
So I sip my Coke and say
faith is a gift logic can't buy.

A few more drinks and he asks
what a man must do
if he wants to believe.
Ominous, I think, but here goes.
My wife, after all, has a job
with benefits.

I tell him to ask the God
he doesn't believe in
to grant him faith.
Ask Him more than once
and if he receives it
he will be amazed
that someone
like me believes.