“Poems of Faith, Poems of Truth” is a collection of spiritual pieces created by author Michael Pollick. Each poem addresses a different aspect of the Christian experience, from the first conflicts to final redemption.
The fish could hardly be expected to remember us-
Two sleep-dusted Ohio boys, working a pole with Brother
methodically plinking the glass of Heritage Lake.
He was a most agreeable fisherman, long since passed on,
but he understood the principle of the thing itself;
this sport of tricking one live into becoming a trophy or
for those other lives with nothing better to do.
I loved Brother Blake, I really did.
He of the Pentecostal faith (one God one Name one Baptism)
who spoke kindly to my mother, as he rushed her sons
to rattle the baitman’s door;
We need us some frantic cold red worms;
We need us some possessed nightcrawlers;
Do we got any of them salmon eggs anywhere?
Fish don’t bite on ’em anyway.
(They know their own.)
Once, I caught a beautya
rainbow trout, with all the hidden
colors of the Lord, he said,
and my friend, who had no grasp
on the subtleties of angling,
bent the fish clean in two,
just to show it could be done.
Brother Blake, his patience at an end,
said, “Son, don’t be foolish with those fish.”
So we put it back in the creel,
feeling much like the fish must have felt
when he felt that first tug.
I don’t fish much now at all.
but occasionally I catch myself thinking
about that elder of my childhood church,
and start feeling a little foolish
about all the beautiful Fish
I’ve bent in two since then.