Ph: Letter: Dear Tapan - Poem by Brian Johnston
I find myself hoping that you'll stay a friend
In whatever venue you happen to end
Though demons get high marks in your repertoire
The one who serves God Sir is really the star
The thrill of Saint's insight to me is a blast
And high jinks of demons a boring repast
Success is not virtue but reward of Grace
The goal of our life is the smile on God's face.
For tearing down things is a walk in the park,
The coddling of evil a big question mark
To understand God is the Saint's only 'biz, '
Rejecting man's pride to give praise to what IS!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
A poetic response to a letter from Dr. Tapan Kumar Pradham. See PH: Writing Poetry: Open Letter #B
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