Part Two: The Mannerisms of a Market-Man

..."Joyous times!
Our sins cleansed, our soils moistened.
A symbol of blessing, manifested by God Himself!
If only She didn't make metaphor so easy,
these subtleties could never be so sweet.

"For it is the One True Thing,
the thing that makes the blood run through my vains,
the passion that is the love I have for my people,
the adoration I have for my loving God,
his holy daughter,
the mystical bride who controls all chance.
It is the wonders of these ways which makes me truly feel
the sensation of every breath,
the endless beauty of the blue bliss of a limitless sky.

"It is She which connects all, which gives reason, purpose.
It is Him whom is our strength in these trying times.
For how do you know the worth of a man,
If his worth never meets trial?"

He paused from his anxious blather,
and the true symptoms of belief spread across his sweating, round face.
For I have always asked the question:

Faith, and buried doubt;

What's the difference?

I mostly ignore this man's crying plea, and I state:

"Yes, such beautiful weather.
Tell me my friend, for I know much about your travels.
But there is always more"...