Three Pious Triolets
I. Faith
Past pearly gates her throne awaits
On cushioned clouds beyond the mob.
Her holy work on earth dictates
Past pearly gates her throne awaits.
She suffers every jerk who grates
On jangled nerves – for it’s her job.
Past pearly gates her throne awaits
On cushioned clouds beyond the mob.
II. Hope
She prays the odds will go her way –
She’s chosen Heaven over Hell.
Saint Pascal’s wager wins the day.
She prays the odds will go her way –
That chips will fall where cherubs play
And not where damning devils dwell.
She prays the odds will go her way –
She’s chosen Heaven over Hell.
III. Charity
She lives to ease the paupers’ pain –
Her virtue seeps from every pore.
She signals from a higher plain.
She lives to ease the paupers’ pain.
Each night at eight she sips Champagne
And weeps for every needy boor.
She lives to ease the paupers’ pain –
Her virtue seeps from every pore.
Susan Jarvis Bryant
