Poem Blind Faith Poem by Joan Pond

Blind Faith
by Joan Pond

I look for a sign.
If I could see His footprints,
or some honest to God relics,
like a lock of His hair
or the ring He wore.
If the LaBrae Tar pit were filled
with haloes and harps
I could believe.
If there was a place like Graceland
where I could
touch His bathrobe and bedroom slippers,
my faith
wouldn”t have to be
so blind.