He was at his church once,
And he heard the leader saying a thing
That he pretty much knew
Didn’t jibe with scripture.
And he wondered about it for a second,
Trying to figure out how serious it was,
And whether it was worth making any fuss over,
Either at that moment, or later.
And he decided it was not.
So he put the matter out of his mind, never
Realizing that his little deliberation there―
For every bit of the seven seconds
It had lasted―
Was the closest thing he had had
To a real conversation with God
In a long time―
Other than just asking for junk.
You’re right, of course.
It wasn’t a conversation at all,
But was merely the closest thing to it
He’d had with God in a very long time―
And that it lasted a whole seven seconds
Made it practically a marathon for him.
But he was not the sort to give careful-enough
Thought to his ways that he’d ever
Understand the moment―
That here he sat in his leisure,
Pontificating on such things
As if a man ought to be able to
Hit such targets well while
Shooting from the hip
On the pew, and without
Any study at all.
