Sola Fide
A Poem
Sola Fide
The skeptic says that all things
supernatural are explained
through the world around us.
He is right, you know.
For what God, giving us
freedom of choice, would
himself choose to clear the
lines of distinction?
And if those lines be cleared,
like stars that bleed their light
into the cold vastness of space,
his servants known by their happiness,
his enemies known by their sadness,
what need for faith?
But there is a fuzziness at work
in nature,the good given hardship,
the bad given ease,
that makes our faith its
own reward.
And those who test unfettered
freedom, like dysfunctioned children,
yearn for discipline and
rules to live by.
Frank S. Palmisano III

