six decades later i'm still saying
i've read the bible
not really. it was too big a tome
to start with and to read along like a novel.
yes, there were lots of little stories
that were drilled into us as guidelines
to a better life
but now at the fag end of life
these stories have worn thin
with the changing of the times. thank god.
all of us are prodigal sons in some way
wallowed with pigs
spread our wantonness
swore and cussed
broken every commandment
(except murder) .
and lived unholy lives
when measured against biblical yardsticks.
so be it.
imagine a world without sinners.
me? for sure, i am a sinner
my yardstick is eternity long.
Yep.I own up. I was grinning when I wrote this poem. Just this morning I had two lovely people wander up to my doorstep, telling me where I was so wrong in my belief. I listened for a while. Then gave up. They had a colourful magazine, nice colourful ties and pink rosy cheeks too! But they were trying to change my pagan ways to their side of the fence of thinking.
I thought it was too late. As someone who knows how long his biblical yardstick is, there was really no point. I could argue till the cows came home and it wouldn't work. So, blah blah.blah.
They said what they had to say, i listened, now more convinced that the world is full of jokers like me!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,3 months ago
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