Truth Is
He’s somehow slipped through the cracks.
Maybe one day his run of luck will be done,
justice will roll on down. But not for now.
The old man has shattered most of God’s
commandments, at least the biggies. Yet he
still draws enough breath to walk straight.
I’ve heard liars cripple early and painfully
so I suppose honesty to be his secret. His life
has been a till of wine, women, and work –
three plows his tired hands have long held.
But they’ve all loved him, as he has them.
Those who insist on a world of punishment
don’t have a category for him so they feign
prayer for his soul (justifying their loathing).
The truth is they fear him like lightning.
there are days when I especially hate not being able to stroll down to your house and chatting about your day’s words, among other things. This is one of those days. “They fear him like lightning,” yes, yes.
i’m want to trade in my fear and punishment sandwich for some Love and Grace ice cream.
That feigning prayers bit, yeah. That gets real old, real fast. Thanks for naming it so well.