The Fear Of Faith Poem by Stephen Bennett The Playjurist

If, after the full collapse of everything, I'm walking into the beer store
and if paper dollars have become no good, if I have a bunch of gold
bullion bars to pull out, could there at that time then
be anybody, who could be there, who might really consider
taking one?

One day... one time, not far from here, and actually
in lots of places and at lots of times, I found and still find sometimes
five and ten dollar bills and larger ones too, in pants pockets,
couch crevasses and everywhere else. What a feeling
that was and still is.

What misery is lived through with so little complaint
week after week for just
a few seconds reward
to receive a piece of paper with
the owner's name on it signed.

Whether bar gold, law enforced paper tender or a payroll check,
it's only a hand holdable thing,
that is only backed up
by ordinary imagination, which in reality truly is what is
truly meant by the thing we and the bible writers call faith,
which is the actual thing God wants from us.

We can't serve two master He said. What we so very naturally give
master two... is simply and exactly what Master One wants.