Couldn’t be –
Let me see –
Why not we?
What then of impact on one’s soul
Of healing miracle’s lifely blow –
Do this the healed look back and say
Before they walk their quickened way
Or feel rejected from their past
And those who walked with them in blast
While mainline folks best wishes showed
But soon just didn’t want to know.
Joy as redeemed which first rose up
Soon sours within this victor’s cup
The cost of my new freedom, see,
Is rifts restored twix thee and me,
It’s like the fact of rift is given
For all who live beneath the heaven
One boundary line here for a season
Is quick replaced complete with reason
We have to have our little groups
With whom to sup our table’s soup.
“A gift from God” says Bible’s fable
To keep from trashing earth so able
Rejecting others from our cup
Buys us some time to smarten up.
When we seem center of all life
We foment trouble war and strife
A quest for power and resource steady
To be like God – able and ready
To be proactive and respond
So as to wave a magic wand.
But unlike God we have low power
And lack resource to meet the hour
Of need that all around us lives
Six billion now beneath the skies
So we suck up such power and goods
As parasites bore into woods
‘Survive and thrive’ their motto being
Soon strip and kill the forest clean.
Before the author’s Babel story
Comes tale of man and women’ s glory
Rejecting God as source of power
And resource full to meet each hour
Of need within without in life
They chose an apple – and this strife.
Solution’s there – it’s plain to see
God as resource for you and me
But we would rather godhead play
Despite the cost for all this day
With flow restored from God through us
Our striving to obtain through fuss
Dissolves and leaves us free to be
Not “you and I” or “them” but “we”.