Been thinking a lot about Jesus today-
why he came, why he went away,
what he meant by what he had to say,
and how come nobody heard.
I'd always thought he came to set men free
from fatuous preachers of inanity,
but it's all devolved into sophistry
over the finer points of the Word.
Each self aggrandizer claiming dominion
for his version of truth, like he's Jesus' main minion,
and grinding his axe on all other opinion,
while generous to a fault with his own.
Pontificating on such subjects as: the nature of sin,
of treasure laid up in gold, silver, and tin,
or the number of angels on the head of a pin-
'Just a sec! I've got God on the phone! '
Well, since everyone else has put in his two cents,
I hope you don't mind if I vie with these gents,
and perhaps interject with some slight common sense
concerning issues which couldn't be muddier.
And don't be alarmed if you hear something new,
or a thought that doesn't conform to your view,
for the cages are getting quite cramped in this zoo-
and the catfights can only get bloodier!
So, here are the facts (as I see them) today:
a man was born, lived some, then went on his way.
Now Santa Clause comes on his alleged birthday,
and fills up our stockings with stuff.
As for all the rest of the story, it seems
we'll get it from some bouffant coiffured guy's dreams,
along with the true measure of Jesus' inseams...
if we're willing to pay him enough.
metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/staring-into-the-son/
