Faith is Optimism in shackles.
Caged in temples & tabernacles.
No beef with faithfuls; just the fervants.
Thinking they’re god’s militant servants?
You know the ones, I know that you do.
Believing their kings should be yours too?
Happiness by rule is never fun.
Pale & flaccid joy knows not the sun.
Hope is allowed to visit its cell…
Bearing heaven’s badge; or fear of hell.
Good tidings had; for certain beliefs.
Trinity’s & Mary’s lone relief.
No freedom left; even in its mind…
The silver lining: at least faith’s blind.
Secular good will raise the hackles…
Of Optimism chained & shackled.
L.B.Stowe 