A brick intact in the valley of the gullible

The value of a brick intact
 and the cold august sun that shone exact
from a high fall
Like approval or condemnation of a royal
That brick fell but didn´t break, the sign they were looking for

it twisted in mid air
As the preacher spoke and stared
his words going out to a sunshine crowd
Who had the hobby of caring

That brick dove like a gull into the boil
like a thrush toward the soil
but hit the ground intact
and hushed the crowd with it´s "smack"

The value of that compacted clay
Which would together despite impact stay
made each word the sunshine preacher says
as compelling as each of the falling sun´s warm rays