Faith Is A Fine Invention
Faith — a sudden Remedy —
Applied — without a Scar —
The Patient wonders — if it heals —
Or magnifies — the War —
The Candle — shows a narrow Room —
But darkens — all the Sky —
The Needle — points a certain North —
Yet trembles — if you try —
Belief — a timid Architect —
Constructs — without a Plan —
And when the Roof — collapses —
No Tenant — but the Man —
Faith is a fine Invention —
To satisfy the Blind —
But those — who seek a larger Proof —
Must frame a sterner Mind —
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2025
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