Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
Talking About Faith
Those who give from their hearts,
With an unpremeditated doing...
May sometimes feel taken for granted,
And at other times feel betrayed.
By the ones perceiving them to be...
Targets marked and duped easily.
With a deceiving done to do as they please.
Yet seldom heard from those who give,
Are complaints as to who or whom...
Inflicted them with intentional wounds.
Since many are sincere without wishing attention.
With an intuitive acknowledgement,
Needs they have are diminished to witness...
When delivered by God and/or His, Her Or 'ITs' assistants.
'We've thrown 'everything' possible on their paths to obstruct,
To delay their journey for ther purpose to disrupt.
And 'still' they have managed not to give up.
Perhaps what we are doing is not enough.
What 'magic' do you suppose they have? '
It beats me.
I'm puzzled as well.
They keep talking about 'faith'.
That's all they ever say.~
I have faith my rake will pick up Autumn leaves,
When they fall.
That rake wont budge.'
Let's try something else to humiliate them.
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