A little bit of Faith

Faith and Gold

My faith is fragile
A leaf of gold caught
by a draught of pure air
It crumples, twists, tears
Again. Again.
Once twisted and crumpled,
Must be beaten back to flat.

A clever hand
can lay it quickly
Set it right.
Pick it up.
Glue it down.
Rub it hard.
Until it shines
As good as gold.

Still - a thin veneer of faithful gold.
Spread upon a fossil block of faithlessness