Jack Pelham

I hate to admit it after all these years, but
I suppose I have found that miraculous free time
For which everyone longs―
That time with which―if we had it―
We would all do those wonderful things
That need doing, and upon which the world
Is waiting to be a better place.

The world wants a love
That will neither call it higher,
Nor expect it to do better than it does.

He would eventually figure it out―
All that gaslighting and turning of tables.

I will briefly tell you a single thing
About the nature of us
That will itself explain to you
Many things about this troubled world―
Provided you will but take the thing
For a walk from time to time
And let it have its say:

It is harder to persuade
Many young men to
Look something up in the Bible
Than to persuade them to go
Half way around the world
To fight a war.

This man understood some things
Or a sort most will never
Lift a finger to understand.

Most, then, will never know
How many fingers he had to lift
To get the understanding he got.

And it’s like this with more than just physics.

There is no person God did not put
In this beautiful-ugly world, where,
The same as everybody else,
He could reach out for God
If he wanted while he is here.

They all show us who they are,
Even as the scriptures―
And experience in this world―
Show them who they could be
If they wanted.

The very being here is a
Test of the will of man.

It says right there in the Bible
That God’s thoughts and ways
Are higher than man’s.
And even so, it charges man in
What must be a hundred different ways
To get busy learning.

It’s Him.
Him’s the guy that needs a talking-to anytime soon.
But Him won’t listen to anybody but Him Self.
And you can bet that Mr. Him Stubborn Self
Is so not going to be starting up that conversation
Anytime soon!

Some see Christianity as a quest
That, once begun, must be completed.

Others see it as a battle
Having been won at its very start.

What say you?

At any moment in Wordle and religion alike,
The puzzler is limited by what he can think of.