Coined Faith
There is no escaping
The Lord’s guilt-inducing eyes
Glued on an almbox
Held aloft
By a beggar’s grimy hands.
I fish out a coin
From my frayed pocket
To purchase
A peso worth of faith.
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This poem was originally submitted as a graduate poetry writing class assignment under Marra PL Lanot at the UP. It later saw print in San Beda College’s SPIRES, October 1995.
